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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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The Farmer's Daughter 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Walter Marshall

Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

After the tense morning, you don't speak to Walter again that day. Or the next. When he arrives, he stays outside with his thermos of coffee and waits for Timothy. At the end of the day, he gives your brother an excuse about chores at home. Maybe not an excuse. He has been spending a lot of time around here.

Nearly a week after it happened, after everything changed, your mother appears in the kitchen with a crease in her forehead. You offer her a cup off coffee as she rubs her eyes. She yawns and and shakes her head.

“We'll grab a cup at the hospital,” she says, “you're father has a check-up. Timmy's taking us.”

“Oh?” You pour yourself a mug and lean on the counter, “I forgot.”

“Lots going on,” she sighs, “can't blame you for being distracted.”

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” you shrug.

“I called Walter, left a message,” she checks the clock hung above the door, “wouldn't be too bad if he did swing by, huh?”

“Hopefully he doesn't waste the time,” you grumble.

“Honey,” she chides playfully, “you know, I think your dad would approve… if he could. He always liked Walter.”

“Mom,” you frown, “please, I have enough to worry about.”

“Oh, I'm sorry,” she whines, “I'm just… looking for a little sunshine through the clouds.”

You wince, a pang of guilt between your ribs, “I'm sorry, mom, I just… Walter's nice. He helps so much and I think… I think maybe it's too much.”

“Don't I know it. He is so generous. I gave him some money and I found the envelope in my purse,” she tuts, “you could do much worse. He… he could take care of you.”

You exhale, “mom.”

“Just listen,” her tone turns dire and her eyes gleam, “your pa can't. He's not gonna be able to ever again. I already know what the doc's gonna day and you shouldn't fool yourself. Walter won't help forever, not for no good reason. And next year, your pa won't be back on his tractor…” she sniffles and dabs her nose, “those days are behind us.”

“Ma, you don't know–”

“I do,” she utters solemnly, “I see the man I married but he's hollow. He's… a shell, honey. He's there but he's not really.”

“Oh, ma–”

“I'm just saying… we need to weigh our options. I'll look into selling if we gotta and Timmy, maybe he can go work with Walt–”

“Aren't you getting ahead of yourself?” You cross an arm around your middle.

“We shoulda been talking about this a week ago,” she shakes her head.

“Well, I can apply at the grocer or–”

“You do that,” she says, “but you think real hard. You got options,” she steps closer and cups your cheeks, “you're a pretty young thing. That doesn't last forever.”

You don't say a word as her greyness seeps into you. She draws away and you bow your head. You wait for her to go as you stare into the black depths of the coffee. You take a sip to try to chase away the ice in your veins but it only sends a shiver through you.

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Your parents go off with Timmy in the truck. You set to sweeping the porch to keep yourself busy. Your mother's words ring in your ears. She can't be serious, there's more out there than the farm. Pa always said as much and you don't think he meant Walter.

As you get to the steps, the distant rumble of an engine rolls over the ground. You turn as gravel grits under treads and Walter's large truck lazily rocks along the bumpy road. You still the straw broom and grip the handle as he pulls up. Did he not get your mother's message?

He lingers in the truck as you squint against the sunlight. His door pops open and he jumps down, sending up a cloud of dust. He goes around the bed of the truck and opens the back.

He slides out a sheet of wood and drags it towards you. You watch in confusion as he stops and leans it against the side of the porch. His eyes meet yours and his brows furrow.

“Morning,” he checks his watch, “barely.”

“Morning, Mr. Marshall,” you eke out.”

His eyes flash and he nods. He turns and marches back to the truck, pulling out several planks before carrying them over. You watch him as you lean on the broom.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

He stops and looks up at you. He points to your feet and flicks his finger up, “building a ramp. For your dad.”

You look down at your slips flecked in dirt and stray strands of straw, “oh? Didn't ma call–”

“She didn't ask,” he says bluntly.

Your lips slant and you tilt your head, “that's real nice.”

“Yeah well, I'm a nice guy,” he huffs and spins on the heel of his boots, stomping away once more.

He goes back to the truck and retrieves his toolbox. His agitation roils off his tense shoulders and the stone set in his jaw. You're too afraid to ask but you do need to. He has been avoiding you.

“Well, I'll stay out of your way,” you lift the broom and back up the stairs. “If you need anything–”

“Not in the way,” he says curtly as he takes out a measuring tape.

“Oh, I know but I wouldn't wanna bother–”

“I don't mind,” he shrugs as he steps onto the stairs and measures the angle over them.

“Right, of course, do you need anything? A glass of water or–”

“Seems like I'm the one bothering,” he stands and lets the tape retract harshly.

“No?” You bat your lashes at him, “I didn't say that, Mr.--”

“Walt,” he growls, “you know what I like best in a woman. Honesty. So why don't you be honest and tell me what you really feel?”

“I…” you gulp, “Walter, er, Walt, I… I'm just… confused.”

“Don't act like a child. We both know you're not,” he crosses his arms over his broad chest. You've seen him angry before but it's never been aimed at you.

“I… I don't know what to say. I'm sorry.”

“Sorry. Okay,” he shakes his head and unfolds his arms, going back to measuring, “I'm open to talking when you wanna be an adult.”

You flinch as you watch him. He grits his teeth, ignoring your presence as he focuses on his work. You turn, hiding the hurt deep in your chest. You never meant to hurt him but you really don't know. As much as you try to wade through your feelings, you only feel as if you're drowning in them.

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scoonsalicious · 2 months

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Chapter 6, Unattached - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, angst (Bring on the Pain!), alcohol usage, dumbass Bucky, noncon kissing that becomes con kissing, so..., arguing, jealous!Pocket, posessive!Bucky.

Word Count: 5.4k

Previously On...: After Bucky left you alone in your room, not wanting people to get 'the wrong idea' about the two of you, you came to the horrible conclusion that you were in love with your best friend. What the hell are you going to do about that?

A/N: Wow, okay! So, first off, Chapter 6 is long, and it only has the one part, so don't worry if you go looking for more and the next thing you find is Chapter 7! Second, there's a lot of progress and updates on Unwanted I wanted to share! I am already well into writing Chapter 14, and have planned out the rest of the story. We'll have a total of 25 chapters, plus an epilogue (unless something strikes me creatively that throws the entire thing for a loop, then all bets are off). This beast, as it currently sits, is already 208 Google Docs pages long and just shy of 80k words, so final product is probably going to be novel-length, which just blows my mind. I want to give a special shout out to @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for being my beta and my sounding board; your help and support has been immeasurable!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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You stood in front of the doors to the common room, the low thrum of conversation and music filtering out from inside. Taking a deep breath, you tried for the umpteenth time to calm your nerves following your unsettling realization.

You had no idea how to approach this, how to approach Bucky. Do you tell him how you felt, in the hope that he felt the same way? But what if he didn't? Could you risk losing him all together? Or do you just keep on like nothing's changed, happy with what you have together? Would that be enough for you? Could you even be happy in a real relationship?

Why couldn't your mother have just been a decent human being and let you go to school like a normal child so you could have worked through all your awkward issues at the appropriate time, instead of saddling you with years of trauma and isolation that left you an emotionally stunted adult? God, you needed a strong drink and to talk to Nat, preferably in that order. Pushing open the common room door, you stepped inside, surveying the room with one eye out for Bucky, the other out for your friend.

It should have been of no surprise, then, that instead of either, you first spotted Jade Carthage. She was situated on a couch in the center of the room, like a queen on her throne before her court, and nearly every Avenger and agent with a penis was surrounding her, jockeying for her attention, even Clint who, you knew for a fact, loved his wife Laura more than life itself.

Your stomach dropped when, after one of the agents in front of the couch shifted slightly, you saw Bucky sitting immediately to Jade's left. And while it seemed like everyone else was clamoring for Jade to pay attention to them, she only had eyes for him. Jealousy coursed through you as she leaned in close, whispering something into his ear that had him throwing his head back in laughter. It was an entirely unpleasant sensation that you would be happy to never feel again. Especially because you knew you had no real right to feel it in the first place. You may have just realized you were in love with him, but he had made no similar declaration to you.

"Careful, you glare any harder, you're liable to bore a hole straight through him," Natasha said, coming up alongside of you.

"What if I aim for her, instead?" you asked, reaching for the tumbler of alcohol she offered you and taking a sip to distract yourself. It was like she could read your mind.

Nat shrugged. "So long as I'm not the one cleaning up the mess, I say have fun. But what happened to no-strings-attached, friends who happen to fuck?" Nat asked with a smirk. "Don't tell me you've grown strings, Pocket."

You looked away from the scene in front of you. "There might be some growing of string, in theory," you mumbled to her. Nat was the only person you had confided in regarding your arrangement with Bucky. Of course, your friend had been thrilled that there had been something going on between the two of you, but she'd been more concerned about protecting your heart-- was this the safest thing for you to do? You assured her at the time you'd be fine, but now...?

Nat's eyes widened as a grin took over her face. "Honey, that's fantastic!" She leaned in to give you a hug. "I'm so happy for you!" Taking in your forlorn expression, she quickly lost her good humor. "Why do you look like you're about to throw up?"

You cast another glance over at the couch. Jade was tracing her fingers along the golden veins of Bucky's vibranium arm and you felt like snakes were crawling through your stomach. "Because I don't know what the fuck to do about it, Natty," you told her with a sigh. "I've never felt like this before in my entire life and it's fucking terrifying; what if he doesn't feel the same way? Or worse, what if he does and I mess everything up because I'm so fucking damaged inside?"

Natasha looped her arm through yours, leaning into you. "Honey, first of all, you are not damaged. You've been through hell and it left its mark on you, that's true, but you've been so strong. We're House Martell, remember?"

You sniggered, remembering how, when the entire Tower was obsessed with watching Game of Thrones together and picking what houses you'd each belong to, you and Nat had been drawn to the words of the ruling house of Dorne. And also, Pedro Pascal, obviously.

"Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken," you recited from memory, a reminder that despite the obstacles life had thrown at you, you remained standing, stronger for what you had endured.

"Atta girl," Nat nudged you with her elbow. "And second of all, you don't need to worry about Bucky's feelings. Boy's obviously mad for you. Everyone can see it."

You drew your bottom lip in between your teeth. "I don't know, Nat. He's been acting strange lately. I tried to give him head earlier and he flat out rejected it." Come to think of it, that was exceptionally weird since, in your text exchange, he'd explicitly told you he'd been waiting in your room specifically for the purpose of getting off.

"Huh. That's... not like him." Nat tilted her head and looked over at Bucky, expression curious. "Did he say why?"

"He was real eager to come up here and get in the middle of that, apparently." You waved a hand in the general direction of the couch where Jade's little reverse-harem was still going strong. "I was getting on my knees and everything."

Nat raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

"And then he made a really big deal about us coming up here separately. Said he didn't want people getting 'the wrong idea' about us if we arrived together."

Letting go of your arm, Natasha spun to face you, her face a mask of anger. "He said what now?!" she practically shouted, temporarily drawing everyone's attention to you. You looked around sheepishly as you tried to dismiss their stares.

"Nat," you begged in a whisper, "keep it down."

"Okay, okay, sorry." Natasha lowered her voice to a level only you could hear. "I'm sorry, but that's just complete and utter bullshit. Look, I know you guys think you've been in super secret stealth mode about hiding it, but pretty much everyone on the team knows you've been sleeping together. Hell, most of us placed bets on it." You opened your mouth in order to protest but she cut you off.

"If anything, it's weirder if the two of you don't show up to something together, so I don't know what the hell he's thinking."

"I do," you said morosely. "He doesn't want her getting the wrong idea about us."

"Pocket, don't even let your mind go there," Nat said.

"Think about it, Nat; I've been standing here for what, fifteen minutes now? And he hasn't even looked at me. When's the last time that happened?"

Nat's brows creased, her expression clouding over into something immensely sad for you, and you knew she was realizing what you'd already seen. In the last year, you and Bucky had been attached at the hip, nearly physically joined to one another, and if you were apart, your eyes were always scanning the room in search of the other's presence, seeking them out. The fact that he hadn't even looked for you, let alone come to you since you walked in, was telling in its own heartbreaking way.

Nat let out a heavy sigh. "Oh Pocket. Honey, I'm so sorry."

You shook your head, trying to dispel the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes if you kept down this path. "Don't Natty, please. I can't fall apart, not here."

"Yeah, okay-- you're right. Now is not the time. Come on." Linking her arm through yours once again, she directed you toward the bar where Tony was standing, whiskey in hand. "If anyone can talk you to distraction," she murmured as you approached him, "it's Stark."

You let out a startled laugh and let her guide you toward the man who had already saved you more times than you could count.

"Hey, kiddo; Romanoff." Tony saluted you with his glass and you did your best to smile back at him as you stuffed your emotions down as far as they would go. "What do you think of our new recruit?" he asked Nat.

"I think 'Weasel' would be a better fitting code name for her than 'Vixen,'" Nat replied with a sly smile as she took a sip of wine.

"Ah, saw the security feed, did you?" Tony asked her. Nat nodded.

"Watched it live as it happened. Wasn't going to leave my bestie without eyes on her six." She gave your arm an affectionate squeeze.

Tony hummed and glanced over to the couch. "Wish Cap had been as discerning as you. He refused to watch the feed; said it made him uncomfortable to spy on someone when they didn't know they were being recorded." Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Always the fucking Boy Scout," she murmured.

"So, how did the interview itself go?" you asked Tony, not really sure you wanted to know the answer, but feeling the need to punish yourself with the details, anyway.

Tony leaned back against the bar, resting his elbows on the polished wooden surface. "If it were up to me, we wouldn't even be playing this charade right now," he said, motioning with his chin to indicate the meet and greet. "Girl's a first-class bullshitter."

"Talent recognizing talent?" you asked with a wry smile that almost felt genuine.

He pointed a finger and winked at you. "Exactly. She talked a good talk, but it doesn't take much to see she's suffering from Big Fish, Small Pond Syndrome. She's in for a rude awakening if she thinks she's ready to swim in the ocean with the whales and the sharks."

"So, you're not going to offer her the probationary position?" you asked, hope rising pathetically in your chest. As if you could un-ring the bell.

"Oh, I didn't say that," Tony said as you deflated. "It's not all up to me. Though, given the fact that I personally fund this entire operation, you'd think it really should be, right?" At the look on your face he moved on. "Apologies, I digress. Anyway, Cap thinks it's only fair we offer it to her, seeing as how we don't have a ton of other options knocking on our door, and Fury's not going to get off my ass until we find someone." He sighed. "I think this entire exercise is a waste of time, and we should be kicking her out on her ass for how she treated you earlier, Pocket, but I'm outvoted."

"Thanks, Boss," you said softly, grateful at least that Tony could see through Jade's facade and took how she treated you seriously. Too bad your best friend couldn't offer you the same courtesy.

The timer on Tony's watch went off. "And that's the dinner bell," he said, putting down his glass. Clapping his hands, he called out to the rest of the room. "Attention Avengers, SHIELD Agents, and... whoever else managed to sneak in off the street! Dinner is served, so if we could all head to the dining room before the food gets cold and Raul quits on me, I'd appreciate it very much."

You held back as the crowd of people noisily moved to the dining room, hoping to catch Bucky's eye, but he remained steadfastly absorbed in his conversation with Jade.

"Come on, honey," Nat said as she took your elbow. "You can talk to him during dinner. You nodded and allowed her to lead you into the dining room. You and Bucky had sat next to one another, without fail, for every meal for the last year, the only exception being when one of you was away on a mission. You'd have plenty of opportunities to talk to him while you ate.

Normally, you all ate at one large table, but since this was a special occasion that required the attendance of a lot more than just the regular 13 members of your family (14, if Parker was around), Tony had the dining room arranged more like a restaurant, with a series of smaller tables spread out throughout the space.

You and Nat followed Bucky and Jade to a six-top where Steve and Sam were already getting ready to sit down, but you froze in your tracks when Bucky pulled back a chair for Jade, pushing it in behind her as she sat down before taking the seat next to her.

The air seemed to grow heavy, as though it weighed too much for you to draw it into your lungs and your chest began to hurt. How could such a simple action be causing you so much physical pain?

Steve, who had already been sitting at Bucky's other side at the head of the table, caught your eye and moved to get up to offer you his chair, instead, as though that could make up for Bucky's dismissal of you.

You subtly shook your head, not wanting to draw attention to the awkward situation you found yourself in. Instead, you made your way over to the only two remaining seats at the table: the one next to Sam that was directly across from Jade and Bucky or the one next to Jade at the opposite end of the table from Steve. Deciding it was better to be sitting across from Steve than either of the other two, you opted for the chair at the end, and Nat slid in next to Sam.

You cast a quick glance in Jade's direction and had to stifle a sick laugh-- she was physically coming between you and Bucky, quite literally.

Jade reached a hand out to Nat across the table. "Wow! Black Widow! It is so great to meet you! My name's Vixen; I'm a huge fan! I'm so excited for us to be working together!"

Bless Nat, she just stared at the girl with arms crossed across her chest, impassive and judging, until Jade slowly and awkwardly pulled her hand back.

"I take it, then, that you've deemed the Avengers good enough to be your backup team?" Nat asked without expression.

You did your best to cover the laughter that escaped from you with a fake cough, but you didn't try very hard to be convincing.

"What's this about, now?" Steve asked, leaning forward.

"Little Vixen over here," Nat began, leaning back in her chair until she was perched on the two rear legs, "was live-streaming this morning to her social media followers. Told them it wasn't so much that the Avengers were interviewing her to see if she'd be good for the team, but she was interviewing us to see if we'd be good back up for her."

Jade had the decency to look embarrassed for a moment before she turned to face you for the first time, anger taking over her features. "So, what? Didn't much take you for a tattler. You that intimidated by me?"

You opened your mouth to defend yourself but were interrupted by the sound of the legs of Nat's chair slamming back against the floor. "Pocket didn't tell me shit. I heard it straight from your mouth on the security feed. That and a lot of other interesting things."

"You're spying on her, Nat? Really?" Bucky spoke up. "She's our guest and she deserves a modicum of privacy, don't you think?" You stared at him, open mouthed, but he didn't spare you a glance.

"It was a part of her interview, Barnes," Nat spat. "Maybe if you---"

"Okay, Nat, Bucky," Steve said, using his official Captain America voice, "let's table this conversation for later and just enjoy our meal. Raul worked really hard on tonight's menu, so let's not spoil it for him, alright?"

Both Nat and Bucky grumbled their agreement as the catering staff brought out the first course and placed them on each of your plates. Normally, you loved when Raul, Tony's personal chef, cooked meals for the team; he always made sure to throw in something with lemon in it, knowing how much you loved the flavor; but tonight, your appetite was failing you and you ended up pushing more food around on your plate than you put in your mouth.

You couldn't help but steal glances over at Bucky, who continued to be wrapped in conversation with Jade. You tried to keep up with what the others were saying, occasionally nodding your head in agreement to something, but you weren't able to pay any real attention; your mind was elsewhere until you noticed Jade looking at you.

"You know, I have to say I'm surprised to see so many non-Avengers here. I got the impression that this group was... I dunno, elite? But it seems like you just let anyone in."

Steve laughed from the other end of the table. "Being an Avenger is a team effort, Vixen. Everyone plays their part. And besides, Pocket here's just as much an Avenger as I am." The comment took you by surprise, and you gave Steve a warm, appreciative smile.

"Thanks, Cap," you said, truly touched by his words.

"Well, she's more like Avenger-adjacent," Bucky amended, and all the warmth you'd felt at Steve's compliment vanished in an instant, leaving you feeling cold and hollow. The words shouldn't have stung-- it was how you had referred to yourself hundreds of times, but you tended to reserve it for your low moments, when you were feeling unequal to Earth's mightiest heroes. Hearing the words come out of Bucky's mouth, as if he, too, shared in your belief that you were inferior to the rest of them... well, that fucking hurt.

Steve let out a surprised laugh and clapped Bucky on the shoulder. "Pocket may not have enhanced physical abilities or powers or what have you, but she's got a brilliant mind. She's got a PhD in Mechanical Engineering and Computation from MIT, three Master's degrees, she speaks seven languages, she's got a black belt in Krav Maga, and she was the youngest Chief Technology Officer in Stark Industries history; all without ever having formally graduating high school. It's no exaggeration for me to say that I'd be dead a couple of dozen times over if I hadn't had her at my six. If anything, I think it makes her even more important than the rest of us. We're here because of the physical things we can do– primarily because of things that happened to us by accident; Pocket's essential to the team because of how she thinks, and the strength and quality of the work she’s willing to put in. We're replaceable, Pocket's one-of-a-kind."

You looked at Steve as if seeing him for the very first time. You had no idea he thought so highly of you, and his praise warmed you. You offered him a soft smile, your throat tightening with emotion and leaving you unable to express your gratitude. You mouthed a silent thank you instead, hoping that conveyed how much his words meant to you. He winked back at you in acknowledgement.

Bucky glanced back and forth between the two of you, as if analyzing your silent exchange. He coughed awkwardly. "I just meant that we try to keep Pocket away from the really dangerous stuff," he backpedaled, poorly, in your opinion. "Can't risk her getting hurt." He smiled at you, but you just stared back, expression blank, until he looked away in embarrassment. Good. Let him feel an ounce of the discomfort you’d been feeling this entire time.

Small talk resumed around the table, with Sam telling Steve about some new modification he was making to Redwing, and Bucky and Jade back to being locked in their own bubble. You did your best to ignore the little glances and gestures that Jade directed to Bucky, but it felt like your eyes were drawn to them like a magnet every time she touched him. Which seemed to be happening more and more frequently. You couldn't help but notice the way he leaned toward her when she spoke. Did he ever do that when he was talking with you?

"So, Bucky," Jade said eventually, her voice low and flirty as the caterers took away the main course, "handsome super hero like you, you seeing anyone?" Your eyes snapped up to Bucky's face, watching him. Surely he was going to look to you, make eye contact, something to acknowledge what was between you, to make you feel like you were in the same room, hell, on the same fucking planet as him. But he didn't.

"Nope," he said, running his hand over the back of his neck like he always did when he was feeling self conscious or nervous. "Not seeing anyone, though I'm not opposed to the idea." You had been stabbed in the abdomen on a mission once, and that had hurt less than hearing the words that had just come out of Bucky's mouth. It took everything in you to resist getting up from the table and leaving the room at that moment.

"Really, man?" Sam asked from where he sat on the other side of Natasha, his voice hard in disbelief. The atmosphere at your table had shifted. Natasha, Steve, and Sam all stared at Bucky with looks ranging from incredulity to flat out disgust. Bucky either was oblivious to the stares or was doing a great job patently ignoring them.

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him anymore. It felt like a betrayal, the way his eyes had met Jade's and not yours. How could he sit there and just completely deny you like that? Had you been deluding yourself? Had you just been some kind of fuck toy this entire time?

The caterers brought the next course, a cold raspberry soup. You sat there, staring into space as you mechanically spooned the soup into your mouth, trying your hardest to appreciate the taste, but everything seemed bitter in light of Bucky's attitude, actions, and words.

"Could you hand me the water carafe?" Bucky asked. You looked up to watch Jade hand him the bottle of water. "Thanks, doll," he said, smiling at her.

You dropped your spoon, letting it fall into your nearly empty bowl with a reverberating clang. Your companions at the table stared, eyes wide as their gazes traveled between you and Bucky. In his entire time at the tower, he had never once called another woman 'doll.' It was a moniker he'd specifically reserved for you.

Or, it used to be.

You could tell the exact moment when Bucky realized he'd fucked up. His eyes locked on yours, the color draining from his face. He opened his mouth as if he was going to speak to you, but you'd had enough. Without a word, you pushed back your chair with enough force that it practically tipped over and exited the dining room.

You made it all the way to the elevator before you heard him calling for you.

"Doll! Doll, where are you?" You stabbed repeatedly at the call button, as if it would bring the car to you faster. You could hear his footsteps drawing closer, and you really didn't want to talk to him right now.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and you slid inside, turning to press the 'Close Door' button just as you saw Bucky turn the corner to the elevator bay. You were ready to breathe a sigh of relief at evading him until Bucky's metal hand shot in the diminishing space between the closing doors. You were trapped.

"Doll, didn't you hear me callin' to you?" he asked as he slid into the car with you.

You looked around, as if searching for another person in the car. "I'm sorry, were you talking to me? Should probably be more specific with your pet names, then. A girl’s liable to get confused." You were impressed that the words came out as hard and bitter as you felt inside.

Bucky flinched. "I deserved that."

You leaned forward to press the button for your floor before crossing your arms and glaring at him. "You fucking think?"

"Look, it just slipped out, okay? I didn't mean anything by it. It's not a big thing you needed to storm out over." You rolled your eyes at him, disgusted that that was the only thing he seemed to realize he'd done to offend you all evening. "Pocket, can we just talk about this?"

"Oh, now you want to talk to me?" you asked, jutting out your hip in annoyance. "Seemed like earlier today, you couldn't wait to not be seen with me, or do you no longer care if people get the wrong idea?"

"Alright," Bucky said, slamming his fist against the elevator's emergency stop button. You stumbled as the car came to a grinding halt. Bucky tried to put his hands on you to steady you, but you pushed him away. "What is going on with you today, Pocket?"

"What's going on with me?" you asked him, incredulous. "What's going on with you? You've been an ass to me all night, that is when you weren't acting like I didn't exist."

"How am I being an ass?" he asked, voice rising. "You're the one who couldn't even hold a civil conversation with our guest! It was embarrassing!" You recoiled as if he'd slapped you, backing away from him until your back hit the elevator wall.

"Wow. Okay then." You blinked heavily, telling yourself not to cry. You'd be damned if you showed weakness in front of him now. Bury the emotions, encase them in ice. "Sorry I'm such a fucking embarrassment to you, Sergeant Barnes. Now that I know how you feel, I'll make sure to stay out of your way so you don't have to put up with me." You moved to press the button to restart the elevator, but Bucky grabbed your wrist.

"Don't do this," he growled at you. "Don't hide behind snappy quips so you can shut down and avoid having a real conversation with me." You stared between his eyes and where he held your wrist in his metal grip. It wasn't tight enough to hurt, but it was tight enough to keep you from breaking free.

His gaze softened as he watched you. "I never said I was embarrassed of you, Pocket. I just don't know why you had to be so rude to Jade at dinner tonight."

"Name one thing I did that was rude to her," you challenged.

"Okay," Bucky stuck out a finger as though he were about to count off all your grievous errors. "Let's see... You said... No, that was Nat... You were... okay, Steve said that... You said... No, that was Nat again." He looked up at you sheepishly. "So, maybe you actually didn't say anything during dinner, but not talking to her was still rude."

You scoffed. "You want to talk rude and embarrassing, Bucky? Do you know how embarrassing it was to have everyone staring at me when you pulled out my chair for Jade, or when my own best friend didn't defend me when she had the audacity to call me a fucking tattler? Like I’m some kind of fucking child?" Your voice was rising and you could feel yourself getting swept up in your anger. "How about the pity looks I got when everyone heard you lie about not seeing anyone, or when you called her 'doll'? Or when you told her I was 'Avengers-adjacent'? You think I'm the embarrassing one? You made me feel like an insignificant piece of shit tonight, Barnes. God, if it hadn't been for Steve saying what he said, you would have driven me to tears."

Bucky had been staring down at his boots as you'd been speaking, as though your accusations were too much for him to face head-on, but at the mention of Steve's name, his head snapped up, blue eyes like ice on your face. "Well, if Steve's such a hero, why aren't you fucking him, then?" he asked, voice clipped and bitter.

You yanked your wrist free from his grasp. "Maybe I should start!" you shouted. "At least he's not embarrassed of me and doesn't forget I exist when another pair of tits shows up!"

Bucky's gaze darkened and in an instant, he was on you, caging your body against the elevator wall, a hand on either side of your head. "Don't you even fucking joke about that," he snarled.

You jutted out your chin, refusing to show any sign of weakness, though his actions were beginning to frighten you. "Who says I'm joking? Sounds like a good idea to me; thanks for suggesting it." You moved to duck under his arm, but he grabbed you by the shoulders, pinning you in place.

His breaths were coming hard and fast now, as though he'd just run a marathon. His gaze darted between your eyes and your lips, as though trying to make up his mind about something. In the next instant, his mouth was crashing down on yours, his tongue demanding entry.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion and Bucky took that as his invitation, deepening the kiss with a primal fervor. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him. For a moment, you were stunned, unsure of what was happening. But then instincts took over – he was kissing you, really kissing you. Your stomach fluttered and your heart hammered in your chest.

One of your hands ran through his hair, while the other gripped his shoulder for support. His hands had somehow migrated beneath your shirt, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the bare skin at your sides. You returned his kiss with as much intensity as he gave. But then suddenly, as if waking from a dream, you remembered why you were angry with him. You pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss.

You were both panting, and despite your attempt to put distance between your bodies, Bucky leaned down, resting his forehead against yours as he fought to catch his breath. "Don't," he whispered hoarsely, his voice heavy with an emotion you couldn't quite place. "Don't sleep with Steve."

"You realize how incredibly infuriating you're being right now, don't you?" you asked. "You can't just treat me like that, ignore me all night in favor of someone else, then kiss me and try to tell me who I can or can't sleep with."

"I know, Sweetheart," he said, nuzzling your nose with his, "I know and I'm sorry, but please, promise me: no matter how angry you are with me, don't sleep with Steve. You wanna fuck someone else to piss me off? Go fuck Sam, Thor, Rhodes, hell, even Parker. I'll hate it, but if it's Steve, it'll fucking kill me."

"Your signals are all over the place tonight, Buck," you sighed, letting out an involuntary moan as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck and sucked at your skin. You had to pull away before he turned you into a babbling mess. "If you think you can just kiss me into oblivion and I'll forgive you for everything you've said and done tonight, you better think again, because that's not happening."

Bucky ran both his hands through his hair, sending it pointing every which way. Then he pressed the emergency stop button again, letting the elevator resume its journey. "I know I owe you an explanation, Pocket," he said. "So, can we go to your room and talk? No interruptions, no one else, just you and me, okay?"

You studied him, considering. A part of you was still so angry at him that you didn't want to hear him out, but the part of you that loved him hated the idea of leaving things in a bad place. In your line of work, you never knew when your next goodbye might be your last goodbye.

"Fine," you said, dropping your shoulders with a sigh. "We can talk, I'll hear you out, but I'm not promising forgiveness."

He smiled, his eyes bright once again. "That's all I ask, Sweets. That's all I ask."

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Wolves and Lambs: Part 4

Alpha Max Verstappen x Omega fem!driver

Genre: Series, Omega verse, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Eventual smut

Summary: Male Alphas are the ones who dominate motor sports all around the world, especially Formula 1. It is a well known fact. Females in general nor Female Omegas are never heard nor encouraged to join the sport since the 1950s. Well, up until now...

Word Count: 5.8k

Chapter's Premise: y/n finds herself trying to come to terms on who she is and how she avoided her heat for so long.

Parts: W&L masterlist / general masterlist

"You heard the doctor. You have to stop taking your suppressants for a while." Megan takes the prescription sheet from your hands and shoves it in her bag.

Both of you just came out from the doctor's office. Megan was meticulous in giving you a disguise just in case anyone is going to spot you. You put your head down and hide in your little canopy of protection, your Aston Martin hat. A bit obvious but it's the only one you have at the moment.

"I can't. If it comes during a race weekend, I'm dead." You reply as you walk side by side with Megan, confined by the hospital walls.

"Ay Dios Mio. Your constant intake of suppressants may be the reason why you haven't had your first heat yet at 25 years old. We don't know if there's gonna be negative side effects on your health." Megan tries her best to whisper under her breath.

"Hey, that's not proven." You halt in your steps and turn to her, lifting your head up to face her.

"But the doc says it may be a factor. You can't keep it hidden forever. It has to come sooner or later. If it comes biting your ass, don't come running to me for help."

"I don't want to be confined on what biology or society dictates me to be. I want to prove to everyone first what I can do and who I am." You continue to walk.

"I understand. I just don't want something bad to happen to you." She groaned.

"Fine. If I win a race, then i'll start tapering my dosage. I'll let it come when it wants to come."

"When you win a podium, not a race. Better odds."

"Fine. A podium."

You felt like you've been basking in the sun, warm against your skin. You didn't want to look at yourself. For every second after that encounter in the elevator until now that you've stayed frozen behind the door of your room, everything was silent.

Your body was fighting your mind. You didn't want this. For so many years, your family and friends, who knew what you really are, told you that we're all bound to meet our mate. We'll know when we meet them.

No. You don't want to. Maybe just not right now. Yes, it's romantic to see couples who are mated and are having the time of their lives. But what if they fell for another person before they met their mate? And what if they refuse their Alpha? What would happen?

Right now, you just want to succeed in this career first. Call yourself stupid for going against your biological desires but there's a lot riding on this. Your parents sacrificed a lot just to get where you are right now. You want to prove that Omegas can also achieve greatness. Female Omegas can also stand in the halls of the greats.

Maybe you're just stubborn. Meeting your mate wouldn't be the end of the world. If you give in, you won't lose anything. Maybe.

Maybe you're just overthinking. Maybe you're being too stubborn.

Max is not a bad person. You've said it yourself before. He is actually a decent guy. Well, just from your text messages but there were no deep conversations yet. You don't love him to see him as your mate. You might learn to love him but it doesn't feel right for your feelings to be swayed just because your biological desires him so.

You barely slept a wink last night. The inkling that bothered you for a few weeks now since the first race have just been confirmed, and the fact that Max left you a lot of messages that you haven't read yet made your mind in a state of disarray.

Megan barged in your room to wake you up. She even had to throw the covers off the bed and furiously opened the curtains, blinding you with the beaming sun. You groan hard as she pulls you out of the comfort of your bed.

"I can't believe this. We're late! Ay Santo Dios..." Megan continued to mention a lot of words that you were not familiar with as she looks at your commitments for the day from her phone screen.

It only took a few moments and the both of you are now on your merry way to the circuit with you being the driver. Megan was still very furious at you for you haven't given her a reason for your tardiness. At the same time, your phone was still blowing up from Max's messages.

"I've had it with your ringtone. I'll set it to silent." Megan pulls your phone from the center console and sees '50 messages' beside the name 'He Who Must Be Avoided At All Times' on the screen.

"It's fine, leave it." You're barely able to look at Megan because you had to focus on the road.

"Who's this? Is there a guy bothering you? Stalking you?!" she asks.

"No. Just leave it." With eyes still glued to the road, you try to yank the phone off her hands.

"Tell me. Is it a stalker?! 'Cause if it is, i'll kill him." She warned.

"Please no. Relax, it's not a stalker." You assured in a calm tone as she hands the phone to you.

"Y/N. If you're in a dangerous situation and you're not telling me, your mom will kill me." She appealed.

Well, that's not impossible. These two are overprotective.

"Megan..." You paused. Megan patiently waits for your answer as you drum your fingers anxiously on the wheel. "It's Max."

"Oh, Max... Wait, who's Max? from Red Bull?" Megan rambles. "Why? Did he do anything to you?"

"He did nothing. It's just.. He found out last night that I was an Omega. I've been avoiding his texts since then." You confessed, tightening your grip on the wheel.

"How? You were always careful."

"That's the thing. I was. I'm still on my suppressants." You gently scratch the surface of the wheel. "Remember when you told me how you met your husband? Your mate?"

"Yes." Megan now replied slowly, now under a notion at where the conversation is going. "Oh my god! Is he..?"

"I think so." you confessed.

Megan was about to shriek from joy but she stopped for she knew how you would respond. For her, it sounds romantic. For you, it's not. She can't count how many times your rejected the idea of having a biological mate. It wasn't against the law of anybody to love somebody else aside your fated mate but for your body to act against your will regardless of what you feel. That's what you dislike about it.

"I still have to talk to him about it. I can't have him blabbering to everyone on the grid." You added. "Let's take this one step at a time."

"You still have a race later. Better focus on that first." She replies as she takes off her seatbelt when you arrived at the car park in the circuit.

Megan hauled you to the team hospitality to prepare you for the drivers' briefing. When you arrived at the briefing hall, majority of the drivers were already seated and the team principals were standing around in a circle, chatting. You stood by the door looking for an empty seat to take when you saw Charles, Oscar, and Lando calling you to take the seat they reserved for you on the third row. Your feet took a few steps when a hand suddenly but gently caught your wrist.

"We need to talk. You've been ignoring my texts." Max urged, eyes dead straight at you.

"Max, not here. Later." You scan the room for any eyes or ears that might eavesdrop as you carefully remove his hand from you.

Max takes a second to compose himself then tugs his hand through his hair. "Fine. Sit with me then."

"I'll choose my own seat. Thank you." You replied as you walk away from him, not giving him enough time to add more. Max's hand hovered uncertainly as if to stop you but he lets his hand limp

You strut farther into the hall and the three men gave you space to stride along the third row to take your seat between Charles and Oscar. Max took an empty seat on the first row beside Checo. He can't help but steal some glances in your direction during the driver's briefing.

It was hard to ignore Max as well. One good thing that your incident with Max has caused is that his scent doesn't make you cower in fear anymore. Knowing the reason why the dynamics between the two of you had changed, you mentally slap your pheromone-disturbed self from inhaling his lingering scent.

His scent wasn't really distinct before. For you, it was associated with fear or something menacing, but now he smelled so crisp like Cotton and sweet like baked Tangerine. Being that close to each other gave you a chance to actually distinguish his scent. Just remembering Max's small sniffs on your neck makes your body squirm, in a good way. It was nice and comforting. But it also felt sensual.

Alpha smells so good. Let's smell him once more. You mentally slap yourself once more, shaking off the tiny voice from your inner Omega in your head.

"I heard from Lance that you're moving. Where will you stay?" Charles' voice took you out from your trance just as the drivers' briefing just ended.

"In Monaco. It being a tax-free haven sounds enticing." you replied in glee knowing that it was the Monegasque who asked you.

Noticing the other younger drivers to turn to you after hearing your response, it took a moment for you to remember that a number of them were living there.

Lando perks up, legs bouncing. He leans forward and peeked his head across Oscar. "Do you know how to play Padel?" you shake your head. "We'll teach you. We had been waiting for another member to join our little club."

"He just wants to have the bragging right when he defeats all of us." Oscar chuckled, arms crossed on his chest.

"He even almost made Max cry. Have some mercy on all of us, will you?" Charles adds, further teasing Lando.

"I'll tell you when I've settled in. Maybe a housewarming lunch or dinner sounds good?" You ask. Lando quickly taps Alex's shoulder to tell him about your new residence and a possibility of a new member for their F1 drivers-exclusive Padel Club.

"I'm going to tour you to some of the best places. You still owe me a car ride." Charles couldn't help but smile at you, already making up a list in his mind.

When the briefing ended, all of the drivers went their own way back to their hospitalities. At the corner of your eyes, you saw Max hurriedly stood up from his seat on the first row and was about to make his way towards you. He noticed the miniscule squirm your body did when your eyes met. You almost panic in your seat but he came to an abrupt stop when he saw Megan pull you away.

Max tried his best to look for a chance to talk to you, much to his dismay. There wasn't much time for each of the drivers to get to interact with each other, especially during race day. After some of his media commitments in the morning were done, he went to visit the Aston Martin hospitality. He comes up to the small ledge when he saw Lance chatting with some of the staff.

"Hey Lance." Lance gets up from his seat when he noticed Max and greets him with a one-armed hug and a double backslap. "Have you seen y/n?"

"I think Sky Sports has her for an interview, I think. You know, the usual." Lance replies as he sits down. Max groans go unnoticed.

"Do you know when she might be free? I need to talk to her." Max asks as he leans his hand on the ledge.

"Maybe after the race? Her schedule's so full today. Haven't even seen her stay here in the hospitality for more than 15 minutes. Megan even got her shooting a lot of content for our Tiktok account."

"Megan?" Max quirks up his eyebrow.

"Speaking of..." Lance chimed in as he spots Megan behind Max, about to walk inside. "Megan!" She stops and turns to Lance's direction. "He's looking for y/n." He points at Max and Megan's eyes follow.

Megan thought differently when she saw Max right there, comfortably leaning on the ledge. It was in her overprotective instinct to assume that Max might possibly be a snitch or asking anyone in the team regarding what you are. She walks up to Max and asked him to come with her, already walking away without waiting for a response. Max was confused at first but did not hesitate to follow behind.

Max and Megan comes to a halt in an empty corner in the paddock, away from prying eyes.

"What are you doing?" Megan snaps around and narrows her eyes at him, arms crossed on her chest.

"I was just asking for y/n." Max innocently confessed.

"Were you going to tell on her? I can't believe you." She leans forward as if interrogating the driver.

Max leans back, baffled by the sudden change in demeanor. "No. Of course not... Wait, you know?" He tries to whisper.

She tries to examine his face for a minute for any sign of a lie but relaxes when she felt that he was telling the truth. "Listen, Max. I know she's been avoiding you but I need her to be at her best today. She needs to be on that podium."

"Don't we all?" Max scoffs.

"No, you don't understand. I need her to be on the podium because her health is on the line. I've let her be stubborn for too long 'cause she's in love with racing too much but I finally had her to agree, at last. I don't know what's going on between the two of you but please don't distract her too much today." She pleads with a serious tone.

Max hated knowing that it wasn't his place to pry. All he wanted from you was answers but it seems that even more questions are piling up. What does she mean? Your health is on the line? Are you sick? Are you injured? How is it connected to you getting that podium?

His inner Alpha was trying to fight himself.

Our omega... She's hurt or sick. Ask for more information. No, we're clearly told to stay put. She's not ours. Isn't it clear that she's avoiding us? Than ask her directly. Let's smell her again. No. Just shut up. Stay.

"Understood?" Megan asserts herself, taking Max out of his trance.

"Yes ma'am."

Megan waited for a bit to see how Max would take their conversation but left quickly when she saw that people are now starting to crowd the paddock. Max stayed in that quiet corner for a few seconds before going out into the paddock. There he saw you, sitting just outside your team's hospitality with Alonso and surrounded by a few cameras and staff. Probably completing a challenge with your teammate. His eyes locked onto you, taking in your smile. It was invigorating for him to see you having fun.

He used to feel so foreign around you. When he sees you having fun with his friends, it irritated him. His face used to turn sour when Lando or Alex hype you up.

There was something about you that intrigues him. You weren't able to race with most of them back then. Charles was a bit familiar with you because you got to race alongside his brother. Oscar and Logan had only met you once or twice and they had raced with you in a few Grand Prix but usually a lot of drivers keep to themselves and stayed in their own garages.

Then there's the big elephant in the room. You were an Omega, no doubt. After the incident in the elevator, he did scour the internet after his haze faded when he got back in his room. There were only articles about you stating that you were an Alpha, your achievements in F2 and F3, and also the highlights of your racing career. No scandals, not much haters. There were no articles claiming you have a bad beef with any driver.

For a public personality, you kept pretty quiet. Maybe that's why no one has discovered your secret yet. But that would be an extreme feat. To conceal your identity. What about heats? The horrendous and taxing schedule of Formula 1 isn't really ideal for Omegas. He recalled when Lando had to deal with Oscar's heat every month. When they were still unmated, Lando had to tiptoe around Oscar and avoid him when his pheromones were on the highest setting. How the other drivers reacted to him when it came around race weekend. It took them at least 5 months to come to the truth that they needed each other.

It was a bit easier for Oscar because everyone knows that he is an Omega since the start. They knew they had to avoid him when Lando or Oscar gave them a heads up. It scares him thinking that it will be much harder for you but it was also amazing how good you hide it.

Questions for another day, he admits to himself.

You were having a blast going against Nando in a PR competition when you spot Max walking through the paddock. Your eyes met and it made you nervous that he might come up and wait for you but no, he avoided your eyes and continued to walk. Your eyes followed his figure, relieved but also worried. Fernando had to call your attention to continue the challenge.

Your PR and media commitments were finally done and then, there was the driver's parade. The crowds in the grandstands were almost full and it was deafening. Everyone was screaming each of the drivers' names when they were called and when it was your turn to be introduced, it was heartwarming to hear their warm welcome. A smile so wide painted your face as you greet the driver while stepping in the convertible car and sat on the surface of the rear end near the deck lid.

You waited for your car's cue to go but you see it got delayed. There were a slight commotion amongst the staff that were on standby on the track and they were pointing to something behind you. You turn around and they were checking the car behind yours that was supposed to be for Max. Apparently, the engine of his parade car won't start again.

Fernando's car already left way before you and also Checo's. The staff are now pointing at yours and you see that the people who were talking to Max assisted him to get off the car. They were ushering him to your direction. Someone slapped Max's car number onto the side of your convertible. You now realize that they're letting you and Max share a car so that this problem won't delay the program.

The car shook slightly as Max climbs up the convertible. Max sees you scooting to one side trying to avoid his eyes so he quietly sat down on the other side of the convertible's rear. Both of you started to wave to the crowd as the engine of the convertible purred. Max would steal a few glances when you're not looking. Your body was stiff and awkward, in contrast to what you were showing the crowd, smiling and waving.

"Relax. It's not like I bite." Max spoke up just loud enough for you to hear under all those noise. "Just concentrate on the race later or else, you'll be an easy target for these guys."

You snap your head around and glared at him. He had this smug smile while still waving. "They wish." You scoff.

With just a few words from him, you find your shoulders loosening up. Slightly offended by his insinuation but you knew that he was just riling you up. It was also surprising that Max didn't bother to disturb you since the briefing. You would be at shoulder's length but still, he'd just nod when your eyes met.

The drivers' parade ended quickly and every driver headed for their respective garages to prepare. You spent the remaining time training with your physio and getting enough rest. The last program was for the national anthem. You make your way onto the track and answered a few questions for a Sky Sports presenter who was roaming and interviewing some of the drivers. You stood behind a grid kid to take your place and kept quiet. Right before the anthem was played, you noticed the female grid kid trying to steal a look at you. You smile back at her and she quietly squealed as she swiftly face in front. When the anthem finished playing and as you follow the other drivers exiting the track, your grid kid raised her hand to request for a high five. You gladly pressed your palm on hers and the other grid kids also eagerly raised their hand as you pass by them, catching the attention of the other drivers and the cameras.

You find yourself gritting your teeth and hands clenching the wheel as you drive the car in your grid position at the track during the formation lap. You look up at the red lights above.

"It's lights out and away we go, here at the Jeddah Corniche Circuit! and it's Max Verstappen who takes the lead of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix."

With a good reaction time, you were able to overtake three places from 15th. You were able to fend for your position well in those crucial first few laps of the race. You attacked, you defended, you attacked, you defended. It was a constant cycle.

Max, who had started in pole position, lost the lead to Charles on the third sector in the second lap, won it back by the fourth lap and slowly and methodically pulled away for his second win of the season.

It took you only eight laps to move into 10th place, and only eight more to rise to sixth. By the halfway point of the race, and helped by the fortuitous arrival of a safety car that allowed you to make up even more ground, you find yourself in fourth.

"Y/n had played down her chances of victory from the moment a broken drive shaft ended her qualifying early Saturday and left her in 15th place. But that did not mean she had any intention of staying in the back of the field. Look at her picking her way through the pack behind her with ease"

Your driving style was aggressive and clever, a total beast on the offence. The journalists have also made note of your tyre preservation prowess. They have published a few articles after the first race mentioning that with your pairing with Alonso this year, Aston Martin can gain considerable confidence that it will be regularly able to take on the red cars and the black ones fielded by Mercedes too.

At around lap 46, Ben informs you through the radio that Lewis who is in P3 at the moment incurred a 5 second penalty. With Charles on P2 just 2 seconds ahead of Lewis and you tailing behind just a second away, there might be a chance for you to end up on the podium at the end of this race. You just have to maintain the gap behind Lewis and also for Lewis to continue battling with Charles.

Ben: "So, one more lap y/n, just bring it home." Y/N: "Think something happened to my left tyre." Ben: "Ok, copy. So Sainz, 30 seconds behind, battling with Russell."

You peek at your front left tyre and it was starting to wobble. You may have hit something on the track, possibly puncturing the tyre.

Ben: "If you go Diff-Mid 12, Sainz 20 seconds and gap to Lewis is 2 seconds." Ben: "Now 17 seconds. Now 16 seconds."

The car was already slowing down and the left tyre was tumbling around on its rim. Ben was constantly updating you but you did not bother to respond.

Ben: "So use Strat 5. 10 seconds to Sainz and 3 seconds from Lewis." Ben: "7 seconds to Sainz. 6 seconds to Sainz." Ben: "Maintain this gap to Lewis. 4 seconds."

You've passed the last corner and about to go on the straight where the chequered flag should be when you saw Sainz closely tailing behind you. With your feet instinctively pushing flat out, your car zoomed past and hopefully closing the gap with Lewis in less than 5 seconds for P3 position.

Y/N: "Do we have it?! TELL ME BEN, DO WE HAVE IT??" Ben: "That's it, y/n! You've done it, P3! YOU'VE DONE IT! Wow, you've done it y/n." Y/N: "Was there a flag? I did not see it." Ben: "There was a flag. You've done it though. Just stop. You can pull the car over. We'll come and get you." Y/N: "Fuck that was close! Sorry for the profanity." Ben: "Yeah, I was about to say the same thing. That was a close call. Too close for comfort. But awesome work, mate." Y/N: "LET'S GO!!!!! BEN, WE DID IT!!!"

Your team radio is now being broadcasted across all tv screens worldwide. As Max and the other drivers complete their slow lap around the track after they've crossed the line, they catch a glimpse of you in the screens. Throwing your hands in celebration, still inside the cockpit. When you got out of the car at the side of the track, you knelt down and pats the damaged tyre aggressively as if thanking the car.

You had to do your best as not to cry from overwhelming joy. You felt like you won the race for P3 but you didn't. It was as if you were soaring through the clouds right then. The crowds at the grandstands were screaming your name, fireworks were setting off in the background. That was for Max, of course, but it couldn't hurt to imagine that it could be for you too.

You were picked up by a safety car and your car was towed to the parc ferme. When you got out of the car, Oscar jumped at the moment to wrap you in a hug, Lando following behind.

Warm and sincere congratulations, pats on the backs and helmet taps too, were sent over your way when you threw yourself to your team of mechanics and engineers who were waiting on the other side of the barricade. You took off your helmet and balaclava so you could properly breathe and to revel in the sounds of your victory.

You were the first one who had to do the post-race interview, followed by Charles in P2 and Max in P1. You couldn't contain your smile, choking on your words yet again.

"Y/n!" David Coulthard calls out your name in joy. "That was an amazing race. You had your maiden pole last race and now, your maiden F1 podium after just 2 races in this season. Could you tell me more?"

"With the information of Lewis' 5 second penalty, I had to give everything on the table. I've never had a race like that before. We tried to maintain the gap but also had to monitor Carlos behind as well. It was a team effort and I couldn't have done it without them."

"Your last lap had us trembling in our seats. You managed to bring home your car across the line in that state. How did you do it?" David asked with such enthusiasm.

"I don't know how I've managed to be cool in that period but I just... I had no choice. Survival instincts came over me and I've come all this way. I'm not gonna pull over and back off to let anyone drive pass. I was thinking 'How can I get there with taking as much risks as possible without losing the car altogether?'. I still can't believe I did it." You try to take a few deep breaths after you finished your interview, still reeling in from that feeling of accomplishment.

Max and Charles pats your back as the three of you walked towards the cooldown room. The huge screen showing the highlights of the race, including your tyre mishap and struggle to cross the finish line for P3. Charles hands you a water bottle and you took it, not peeling your eyes away from the screen. If you only had your phone, you would take a photo of the small pillar with a huge number 3 and a small screen playing your driver intro bit.

The three of you are now ushered to prepare for the podium ceremony. Your feet was quick to move after your name was called. The crowd roared with applause and cheers as you made your way up the podium. You stood patiently on your step as you hear Charles' and Max's name. Despite feeling a bit flushed due to the adrenaline from winning P3, your cheeks felt a bit cold as you place your hands on the side of your face.

Your race suit now wet from the champagne being sprayed amongst the podium placers. Charles and Max were having fun targeting you, spraying the champagne at your face. They both admired your blissful smile and eyes filled with euphoria.

"Champagne suits you. Congratulations y/n!" Max can't help but admit to himself that you were an excellent racer. Your expression softened when you heard him and it's like Max's heart skipped a beat.

"Thanks Max. Congratulations on winning!" As if the champagne rain slowed down, it was just you and Max. The stage lights made the champagne sparkle, trickling down on both of you. He never saw anyone be so ecstatic in getting P3 but you made celebrating look so beautiful and graceful.

You watched Max's face as he shared a smile with you but not a second later, you could clearly see the horror in his face as his body stiffen.

"Y/n, your nose." Charles cocks his head to the side of Max, inconspicuously pointing to his nose, prompting you to do the same. Your hand crept up to your face and it was met by a warm liquid oozing down your nose. When you swiped it off, you saw blood on your fingertips.

Max was quick to turn you around, shielding you from the cameras. You try to wipe your nose with your arm but the blood can't seem to stop.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Do you want us to call the medics?" Max whispers in panic, still spraying the champagne at Charles and towards the crowd below as he shields you behind him. To the people below and in the crowd, it was as if you're just wiping the champagne off your face.

"Relax. It's just a nosebleed. This will pass." You whispered, still trying to wipe off the remaining blood. The sleeve of your green suit now tinted red. "What the heck, it's not stopping."

"Y/n, I think the cameramen are now noticing." Charles' eyes darted to the cameramen below and above.

"I've been a bit more anemic lately. I think that's why." You murmured.

"When Megan told me that your health is compromised, is this it?" Max leans to your side a bit, still facing front and waving to the crowd.

"You talked to her? What did she tell you?!" You glared at Max, surprising the two men.

"Y/n, Max, can you two talk about it later? We're still on the podium." Charles cleared his throat.

You slightly nudged Max away from you, not noticed by the crowd, while you pinch your nose and cover your face. Max can't help but stare in concern at your figure. His inner Alpha wanting to carry you and rush to medic's tent.

Then the ceremony ended.

"Y/n, come on. I haven't told him much, I promise. I just told him to leave you alone that day." Megan pleaded as she follows you while carrying a large box filled with your household items.

You open the door to let Megan in but you avoid her eyes. She darts across the empty unit, footsteps echoing along the walls, to place the box labeled 'Kitchen Items' down on the floor. You sighed, accepting defeat, as you drop the huge bag of items that you were carrying.

"Fine, but next time, stop telling him unnecessary information."

"Hey, your health was not an unnecessary information. I'm just glad you're fine now. I told you that your prolonged use of suppressants will eventually bite you in the ass." She rambled.

"Yes, yes. You gotta stop scolding me. It's been like a thousand times already." You groaned. "I got the podium and I'm on a suppressant detox. Happy?"

"Yes. I'm working on your schedule just in case it came early." Megan skips across the unit and stopped near the door. "I'll get the last box. You can stay here just in case the delivery company calls through the intercom." She exits the unit after you nod your head.

The empty huge apartment unit was now filled with unopened boxes. There were no furnitures yet but the anticipation of decorating your new home is making you excited. Wood and cured paint scent filled the air. It was relaxing for you but after a while, it's actually nauseating so you open the door to the balcony.

Coldness of the elegant granite greeted your arms as you lean against it. Your apartment is located in a spot overlooking the marina where you can spot plentiful yachts. With just a soft breeze, you could almost smell the sea. Even with your eyes closed, you could vividly visualize the city below you from its sound. The hustle and bustle of Monaco.

Closing your eyes for a few seconds made you yawn. You are still recovering from that horrific anemic bout during the podium ceremony in the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. The team had to recommend you to a local hospital for a check up and was just given a prescription. You took a flight out the next day and went straight to "Moving Out" mode. It hasn't been two days since the race but here you are, renting a luxurious apartment in Monaco, about to live your best life.

"Looks like you could fit a head in your mouth." You heard a familiar warm voice coming from above your balcony. When you opened your eyes, there was someone peeking their head out of their balcony and looking down below at you, apparently still yawning. You closed your mouth in embarrassment.

"Max?!"

"Hi neighbor!"

Next part: Part 5

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star-writr · 8 months

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Promise

Yay!! Another 10th Doc fic!! This one is a little longer than the last one luckily. Also school starts in four days for me and I'm terrified. Reader is gn. This will be up on my Ao3 in a sec. Enjoy!!

After yet another draining adventure, the TARDIS welcomed you and the Doctor with its warm lighting and buzzing noises. Closing the door behind him, the Time Lord huffed. "Well, that was a hell of a jog", he spoke, "even for me. Are you alright?"

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I think I'm going to take a nap. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," said the Doctor, making his way over to the console. "I'll be here if you need anything." You walked away, grateful to get a break.

The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair, already spiky and messy enough as it was, sighing. He fiddled with a couple buttons, trying to keep his hands – and thoughts – focused on the TARDIS rather than anything else. The spaceship seemed to find his troubled look quite funny, and her engines snickered.

"Laugh a little more, would you?", grunted the Time Lord. The machine didn't hesitate to do so.

The Doctor had been pining after his companion for a while, but had admitted these feelings to himself quite reluctantly. After all, he knew that you wouldn't be any different to his prior companions. He knew one day he wouldn't see you again; everyone left the TARDIS sooner or later, whether they wanted to or not. Even if you somehow reciprocated what he felt, the situation would've been just the same, and it would've been even worse when it ended. The Doctor was a time traveller, he couldn't focus only on the present; and thinking of the uncertainty of the future – which could've put you in danger in a hundred million different ways without him able to do anything – sent him off the rails like very few things could. He couldn't have you hurt because of his carelessness, feelings or no feelings. However, he still didn't know what to do. Maybe he should've told you the truth. But why bother? Again, it would've meant nothing. Destiny had the tendency to laugh in the Doctor's face, making his every move have the worst consequences possible; if you got involved by staying by his side, who knows what could've happened. There was also the possibility of you being uncomfortable once the Doctor confessed his feelings and leaving the TARDIS even sooner. So the Time Lord kept his mouth shut.

This went on for quite some time. Nevertheless, the Doctor couldn't keep carrying such a burden forever. And, against every last one of his intentions, he didn't.

It was rare to see the Doctor truly scared. It had been a long night, and an even longer adventure. Going deeper and deeper into the darkest of tunnels, holding onto his sleeve, the both of you running for your lives, you saw an expression that the Time Lord had never worn in front of you before then.

The enemy had taken his sonic, leaving the Doctor without his second most powerful weapon, and the first most powerful – his wits – didn't seem eager to respond at the moment. It was true that most times he worked well under pressure, but fear was a beast he didn't quite know how to make abide by his rules.

"Doctor, what do we do? We can't keep running forever," you reminded him, pulling onto his shirt. He stopped in his tracks and took one good look at you.

"Are you hurt?" he asked. You didn't answer. "We have to think of something else," you insisted, "or we'll be stuck here forever."

He said your name with his voice breaking. It was the first time you saw him that worried. "We can't do anything. We can't fight. We can only run", he stated.

You lowered your eyes. The truth was that you couldn't run anymore. As much as you didn't want to admit it, your feet were killing you and you had sprained your ankle.

"You're hurt", realized the Doctor. The sound of metal clanging coming from the tunnels behind you stripped you of all the hope you had left. The Doctor looked at you with wet eyes. "I don't have a plan", he said, "I'm sorry."

He couldn't give up so easily, you thought. The noise was getting closer. The pressure you felt crushed your lungs, leaving you almost breathless.

Even so, the Doctor wasn't the only one who worked well under pressure. You had a sudden idea, and all at once you felt like you could breathe again. A smile crept its way onto your lips. "Well, I do," you said.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Really? What are you going to do?" he asked. His question remained unanswered, at least for the moment, as your lips crashed together with his. "Stay put", you ordered him, then going straight towards the noise of metal. The Doctor – quickly pulling himself together after the sudden kiss – tried to stop you, but it was futile. As soon as you disappeared from his sight the noises suddenly stopped. A few moments later, you came back with his sonic screwdriver in hand and a smirk plastered onto your face.

"Holograms," you explained, "holograms and recorded sound effects. They took your sonic because it would've messed with their systems."

The Doctor's mouth was agape as he grabbed the screwdriver, inspecting it and occasionally shifting his eyes onto your figure. "How can a hologram grab anything?", he asked.

"They were projected onto an endoskeleton", you replied. "Fool proof disguise."

The Time Lord smiled. "You're a genius."

"Save it for when we're out of here, pretty boy," you teased, grabbing him by the tie and leading the way. Needless to say, the Doctor didn't protest. He was too impressed to complain.

You made it to the TARDIS only hours later, exhausted as per usual. The Doctor was still lingering on the kiss. He couldn't tell whether your sudden realization had made you so excited as to kiss him, or if it had been anything else. He was still unwilling to talk about his own feelings, but now that you had made what seemed like a first move, he decided to confront you about it.

He plopped next to you on the seat near the console. His palms were sweaty against the white leather and his eyes darted between the ceiling, you, and the pavement.

"What is it?" you asked, preceding him. The Time Lord suddenly found his shoelaces to be very interesting, and didn't bear to look at you.

"Just thinking", he whispered.

"About?"

"About the kiss."

You tilted your head. The Doctor was still looking down. A sigh escaped your lips. "Okay, listen."

"I am listening."

"Look at me, Doctor."

He didn't turn his head, and just peeked at you from the corner of his eyes. You later found his flusteredness to be quite adorable. For the moment, however, you wondered if the kiss had made him uncomfortable. In any case, it was best to tell him your reasons. All of them. No holding back. You wouldn't have hid anymore.

"I meant that kiss," you admitted. "I'm sorry if you weren't okay with it."

The Doctor went back to staring at his shoes. "I was okay with it." Your eyes lit up. "Frankly," he added, "it would be simpler if I wasn't. But I'm actually glad you did it first."

"Are you?" you questioned him. "You don't look so... happy."

"I know." The Time Lord bit his lip mindlessly.

"Then what's wrong?"

He was finally able to look at you. You deserved the whole truth, he thought.

"I've told you. My companions always end up leaving. Most of the time it's not planned. They end up endangered and the only solution, if there is one, is leaving me behind. If I get too attached I can never get over it."

You took his hand in yours. "Have you considered, even for a second, that it doesn't always have to end that way?"

"But it does."

"I'm still here, though."

The Doctor's eyes darted across the room. As much as he wanted to believe everything would've ended up being okay, he couldn't bring himself to. Each time he did, everything slipped away from his grasp leaving him alone once again.

"Doctor," you pleaded, "if you won't believe it can end differently, then at least let me promise you it will. At least believe in me."

The Time Lord pondered over your words for a couple moments. Then, he cupped your cheek with his free hand and kissed you. It was a desperate kiss, and it made the both of you scoot closer to the other, wrapping your arms around each other for support and clutching at the cloth on your backs. It didn't last for more than thirty seconds, and left you lingering for more.

"Promise me", he begged, "promise me."

"I promise", you whispered.

"Again. Say it again."

"I promise", you repeated.

His lips brushed onto yours. "Again." You smiled reassuringly, your voice a whisper.

"I promise." You kissed him again.

The night had just started.

#doctor who #10th doctor x reader #david tennant #10th doctor imagine #10th doctor #doctor who x reader #x reader #gn reader #drabble

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love-islike-abomb · 6 months

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⚡Thunderstruck ⚡

Roman reigns x OC lyric

Warnings: it's LONG!!! Part 2 with smut? Errors I may have missed

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @niknakbucks92 @windhamsrotunda @weirdgirl16355 @queengreenarrowmia89

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I had been wrestling Carmella when I heard a loud pop and my leg gave out. It felt like someone had kicked me in the back of my ankle! Fuck my Achilles tendon!! I couldn't walk on it, my foot just gave out "son of a bitch!" I yelled watching the ref throw up the x sign. I cried from both pain and sadness realizing I was gonna be out for a while.

The rest of the bloodline had come out and Roman picked me up and carried me to the trainers room while we waited for the doctor to come in. When the doctor came in the adrenaline had worn off and pain was setting in and I started yelling for someone to give me something.

All they could do was put me in the back of an ambulance and take me to the hospital. Roman road with me in the ambulance, trying to comfort me but I was so upset and in so much pain I couldn't focus on anything he said. The ambulance ride seemed like it took forever but it was only maybe 5 minutes. Pain does that to you. They got me into a room and the ER Dr. Came in.

"lyric I'm sorry but your Achilles is completely ruptured. You're gonna need surgery" the Dr said

I felt tears sting my eyes again, realizing I was probably gonna be out for at least a year. "Hey it's gonna be ok" I heard Roman say but the tears started flowing. "She did this on purpose!" I said feeling anger boil up inside of me.

"lyric you don't know that! It's the pain talking" he said walking out to the hallway "is anyone gonna get her something for pain? We've been here 20 minutes and yall have just pussy footed Around!" He said. I knew there was a reason I loved him.

A nurse came rushing in and put something in my IV "Better?" He asked "still hurts I just don't give a fuck now" I smiled. "there's that smile I love to see" he grinned like a Cheshire cat. He gave me a soft kiss before the doctor came in "lyric we're gonna get you into surgery tomorrow. For now we'll keep you as comfortable as we can! You can have morphine every 4 hours and we'll give you some nausea medicine just in case" the Dr said.

"thanks doc" I said finally feeling relief from the pulsating pain in my leg. "Get some rest while you can baby girl. I'll be here when you wake up I'm not going anywhere" he said as he kissed my forehead.

The next morning

"lyric wake up. We're gonna take you into surgery" I heard someone say. I opened my eyes to see a nurse looking at me. "Wheres my husband?" I asked

"right here baby" he smiled walking through the door. "Just went to get some snacks and a drink. I'll see you when you wake up" he said giving me a Kiss. The nurse wheeled me out of my room towards the OR and even though I knew I was gonna be out for a while I couldn't help but think about my return already. I wanted to come back with a bang!!

7 months later

"you're Achilles is healing much faster then we thought! A few more weeks and you should be able to come back" the trainer said.

"really?" I smiled.

"yes!" The trainer smiled "and with survivor series coming up I think you'll be back just in time for it"

I smiled widely "i have some ideas to go over with Hunter before I come back"

I walked down the hall to hunters office and knocked on the door "come in"

I opened the door and walked in, shutting it behind me. "lyric! How's recovery going?" He asked.

"well that's what I wanted to talk to you about. The trainer says Im healing faster then expected and that I should make survivor series" i smiled. "I have some ideas i wanna go over with you"

"we have Roman going against LA knight for the title and Carmella is gonna be in knights corner" hunter smirked. "Perhaps to knock Carmella out of her game for your title match you could be the surprise to be in Romans corner"

"that's actually better then what inhad in mind except i wanna change a few things about my gimmick. I want my theme song to be thunderstruck by acdc and I wanna dress how i feel comfortable. I wanna be the badass rocker chick that I am!" I said

"I like the way you think lyric. Let me talk to a few people and I'll let you know in a few days what we're gonna do. If you wanna tell Roman about this-" I cut him off

"I want him to be surprised to!" I said giving him a knowing smile.

Hunter smiled back "coming to your husband's rescue! I like it!"

"let me know what they say and I'll see you later" I said standing up and shaking hunters hand.

"I'll text you so it stays between us" hunter said.

3 weeks later (survivor series)

Knight, Carmella and Roman were already in the ring. My nerves were through the roof but i was excited. My wife was gonna carmella slapping roman and my music was supposed to hit. I watched and i waited. Seconds ticked by like hours.

I knew I was gonna be angry for real at carmella slapping him but the fans didnt know that. It would make for a good visual and add to the storyline. I saw her swing at him and my blood boiled and then the opening cords of my music hit.

"who is this?" Michael Cole said on commentary

I took off down the ramp towards carmella and saw the smile that formed on my husbands face

"that's Roman reigns' wife lyric!" Michael Cole yelled. "She's been off on injury for 9 months!"

I slid in the ring and smiled and Roman who looked at Carmella and knight and smiled "y'all in some deep shit now!" Carmella ran at me but I side stepped her and she fell over the top rope And out of the ring. I followed giving Roman a chance to handle knight. He did his famous roar and took knight out with a spear.

I grabbed a mic and looked At Carmella "hey Carmella! Guess what?" I said trying to catch my breath "you've been ⚡thunderstruck⚡' I yelled as I threw the mic.

Roman stepped out of the ring and wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me in for a kiss, earning us a huge pop from the crowd. He pulled away and leaned towards my ear "that pussy is mine later!" He growled as I bit my lip.

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Dr. Holligay Tries Things That Aren't Running: Zumba

It's January second! The air is cold, the frost decorates the windows, and the gym is heaving with bodies, people assured that this is the year for them. It is my month of the year that recalibrates me into remembering how to streamline my daughter's morning so we get out of the house in time to get a slot at childwatch.

So, Jewlet annoyed that I rushed along the intricate ritual of "sitting and reading 80 books at least halfway" we go into the YMCA, and get a spot in childwatch, and all is well. I dress out into my running gear. I walk by the front desk. There is a--oh hello, what's this?

Every year, my YMCA holds a fitness bingo. This is mostly for the benefit of newbies, in that it encourages a sampler of all kinds of classes to see what you'll take to. I do not do the fitness bingo. I do not explore. I run. I put my headphones on and jog on a track, and I think about absolutely nothing. Or everything. Perspective. Once a week I physically toss myself into a strength class so that I have some semblance of bone density when I get older. I love my fitness routine. But. On the countertop, my Achilles heel.

An expensive and indefensibly unitasking kitchen item. I would never buy this. Ever. I would not consider spending three hundred dollars on this. But it is free. For the low price of luck and being willing to diversify my portfolio. I take a bingo card and consider my options.

The good thing, about being a generally social and cheerful person with a recognizable fluff of red hair, is that people notice me, they remember me, they think of me. This is also the bad thing, because as I'm looking this over and absent-mindedly walking toward the track, a gal we'll call Martha, who was actually my neighbor as a child, calls out to me.

"Oh, Doc! Are you gonna come to class with us?"

Something like six women including the instructor are staring at me, smiling, and I realize I have no good defense. I want that stupid kitchen item. I'm sitting here thinking about how to take classes every day and obtain kitchen item. It may as well be this.

"What IS this?" I ask.

Friends, it is Zumba. Zumba, for the uninitiated, is a latin-based jazzercise type situation, with full choreo and salsa steps. There will be many older woman in this class, should you walk in, but do not let that fool you. They will absolutely make you look a fool. "Idiot can't even do a grapevine into three toe taps into a spin!" Says Gladys.

But I don't have a defense! It's on the bingo card, it's even in the row where Boot Camp is, which I do attend every week anyhow, and I'm standing there. NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT. I know this is a bad idea, I know it is, and yet I walk in.

As it turns out, I'm more than willing to tolerate mild humiliation for the promise of an unnecessary and expensive kitchen item.

Let me tell you what, I am giving it my all. I am dancing with the stars, and by 'with the stars' I mean, 'Gladys and her compatriots are wiping the floor with me.' But I am me in all things, and I am giving it my all. I'm giving baby deer gambols across a field ten minutes after being born, I'm giving drunk Midwestern drag queen, I'm giving enthusiastic and untalented Mexican toddler at the annual Fiesta Mexicana. I am jumping and doing the full jumping jack every time I can, because my functional knees are my only stranglehold over Gladys.

I don't like to pay attention ever when I work out, and this was nothing but attention. I got to the end of a 50 minute silver shoe latin dance party and I felt like I had just done my taxes by hand. The instructor has the audacity to come up to me, who tripped over her own water bottle while trying to serve up a hip thrust, and tell me I did a great job for my first time.

I thrust forward my bingo card for her to mark with their special stickers.

I will keep you posted as to the rest of the month. I will have that stupid as shit appliance.

#things that aren't running

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fxlling13 · 1 year

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What you deserve.

13 x fem reader

Warnings: smut, violence???

Synopsis: the doctor takes you to a party. However, you see something that makes you not so happy.

"A party?" Anyone could hear the questioning tone in yasmines voice. Though, I couldn't blame her as both Dan and I were just as confused.

"Not just any party. A royal wedding." The doctor sounded extremely enthusiastic about her idea and whilst it sounded great, our plans usually turned south.

"How do we know a bunch of sontarons won't ambush us mid event?" Accent strong, Dan crossed his arms, his brows raised in skepticism.

"Well you could always bring your wok?" It was hard not to laugh at yazs' comment and he sent a glare her way.

"Hey, this event is fixed. Meaning nothing will change." She told us, leaning on the console with confidence.

"And that's definite?" I asked, looking at her with amusement. Mouth scrunching up slightly, the doc huffed.

"Ninety-nine point nine, nine ni-"

"OK ok! We'll go!" Dan laughed, putting his hands up in defeat. Jumping up, the doctor ran around, flicking levers and pushing buttons. Eventually, the ship took off with the engines whirring powerfully. Watching from the side, I admired the blonde as she piloted her ship with ease. The look of concentration on her face, her slender hands taking control of the situation so easily and the way her tongue poked out the corner of her-

"Nice view?" Flinching from the sudden voice, my head shot left and I saw yaz trying not to laugh. Growing embarrassed that I had been caught, I cleared my throat and tried to look inconspicuous.

"I'm just, watching how to do it, kinda." My failed attempt at a smooth recovery only resulted in her cackling quietly.

"Oh stop it. You don't have to pretend. Anyone can see it." Blinking at the taller, my eyes shot left to right.

"See what?"

"That your pining after her." Dan suddenly appeared on my other side and I groaned in frustration.

"I'm that obvious?" They looked at each other and shared a look of agreement.

"To us you are. She's either really oblivious or just pretending not to see it." Taking in her words, I peered back over to the doctor and saw her inputing some details into the console.

"Are you gonna tell her?" Sighing, I shook my head and looked at Dan sadly.

"Theres no point."

"Well why not?" Before I could respond to him, the doctor came bounding over to our little huddle.

"You're all very quiet, sharing secrets?" None of us replied, looking around her with big eyes and sealed lips. After a minute of silence, she shrugged and broke out into a smile.

"Never mind. We'll land soon, go get ready and we'll meet back here in fifteen minutes." Shocked, we looked at each other.

"What's the dress code?" Yaz was wary, not wanting to be too over or too under dressed.

"Elegant, black tie? Go with that."

After rifling through the wardrobe, that was naturally installed within the tardis, I decided on a short, silky, sky blue dress. With matching Mary Jane heels. Very cute, classy but all dressy. There was a lace panel just below the bust which, was slightly low cut. It fell just above my mid-thigh and I finished it off with a pendant. In all honesty, I wasn't the most confident and it felt as though I genuinely looked disgusting. Maybe it was all in my head but hey, I couldn't fix that view myself. Brushing the cherry gloss across my lips, I added a spray of perfume before heading back out to the console room. No one else was there yet, just me. I was thankful for that and stood next to the console, grazing my hand over the miniature tardis figure that spun round at any mention of danger. Letting out a sound of recognition, I beamed up at the sentient space ship. Footsteps echoed from a distant hallway and they were drawing closer, quickly.

"I do not remember these being this difficult, where did my elastic one go? I swear this ship will be the death...of...me." The doctors words faded out as she stepped into the room. Golden eyes landed on my figure and I suddenly became even more self conscious. For a moment we stared at each other. My eyes wondered over her body without me even realising. She was wearing loose black pants the cinched in at the waist. A cream shirt was tucked in, not so neatly but then again, this was the doctor. The top three buttons were undone and a black tie, yet to be fastened, hung round her neck. Of course, she wore a long, ebony suit jacket to finish it off. Clearly, she loved that style. Finally, the doctor moved and walked up to me.

"You look-" She paused, looking me up and down several times.

"Awful?" I finished for her, giving off an awkward laugh and gazing down at the ground. Brows furrowed, the blonde reached up and ran her fingers through my long hair.

"I was going to say beautiful." Blushing, I think you could see the disbelief written on my face by the look she gave me.

"I'll give hell to anyone who tells you otherwise." Grinning at me, I felt myself relaxing somehow. Gaining a little confidence, I took her hand from my head and held it between us.

"You scrub up nicely doctor." Suprised at my compliment, a small smirk settled on her lips. Now my attention was on them, a thought came to mind.

"Actually doctor, would you like some lip gloss?" Taking a step back, she thought for a moment before nodding. So, I moved away and went back to collect it.

Once I had returned, the others were waiting now as well. They looked just as fancy and smiled at me once I'd appeared. Yaz saw what I was holding and nudged Dan slightly so he'd notice as well.

"Hey doctor, we'll land us okay?" The doctor looked up and saw me, nodding at them once she did. Pulling me off to the side, I could faintly hear them arguing about who was in control. Obviously yaz.

"Want me to fix your tie first?" I offered, seeing as it was still undone.

"Oh, yes please." Handing her the gloss, I began to button up her shirt. Ignoring the way my fingers brushed against her collar bones, I swallowed down my nerves. I was so close to her and her scent surrounded me. Old books and custard creams. She was gazing down at me with a slight intensity, a power we all knew she possessed. Taking hold of the material, I began to knot it correctly and pull it into a tie. Straightening it out, my hands ran down her front tentivley so that it looked presentable.

"Sorry." I spoke quietly, nervous she'd feel invaded or exposed.

"Its quite alright love." My head shot up, only to see a smug expression on her face. Had she been looking at me like that the whole time? Raising her hand, she handed me back the pastel tube before I had time to think. Opening it up, I began to apply a thin layer to her lips with precision. Though, I was shaking slightly. Luckily, I got it done neatly.

"There, all done."

"You know, there was another way I could of gotten some." The doctor said casually. Confused, I looked up at her until it clicked. Maybe. Surely she didn't mean-

"After all, you've got enough on to share." Not giving me any time to recover, she bounced back over to the controls just in time for us landing. Collecting myself, I went over to the small group.

"So, I think we should stick together?" The doctor suggested, stuffing her hands into her pockets. Yaz looked at me with an expression I couldn't read before linking arms with dan.

"I'll go with dan, have fun!" She practically dragged him out, not giving us any choice in the matter. Turning to me, the doctor held out her hand and I took it instantly. Together, we walked out of the tardis and into the biggest ballroom I'd ever seen. There were golden pillars in each corner of the octagonal shaped room. A large window was in the centre so we had a veiw of the universe outside. It wad beautiful. She lead me over to a quieter corner, where we could watch people dancing, interacting and other celebrations going on.

"I'll go get us drinks alright, stay here." Nodding at her, the taller strolled across the room and over to, what looked to be, a bar. There was a male behind the counter, with orange skin and spikes for hair. The place was full of a variety of aliens, including myself I supposed. To them at least, humans were the aliens. Glancing up, I immediately saw how the man had taken hold of her hand and they seemed to be laughing together. She looked really happy. Of course. Why did it even cross my mind that she'd want me. A stupid little human who follows her every call because, why? Because I fell in love at first sight and I can't tell my pathetic heart how to behave. Seeing him lean in closer, I grew angry and balled up my fists. I didn't need to see this. Turning my back to the scene, I took a deep breath and rubbed my face harshly. Stupid, stupid,stupid.

"Hey. Sorry that took a while." The doctors voice came from behind me.

"Everything okay?" Snatching the drink from her, I spoke more harshly than intended.

"Absolutely perfect." Eyes widening, I ignored the doctors startled look and tool a sip of my drink. I think she began to explain what it was but I wasn't listening. He was still looking at her. Why was he staring at her? Gripping onto my glass so tightly, a few people around us gasped once it shattered in my hold. The doctor apologised before giving me a stern look.

"What's the matter?" Not saying anything, she grew impatient and grabbed my wrist. Ignoring my protests, she pulled me out into the corridor so we were alone.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Theres nothing wrong!" I yelled in defence, finding the carpet particularly interesting to look at. All of a sudden, her hands were on my shoulders, pushing me against the wall. Now trapped between her and the tapestry, I had no choice but to see her face. It made me cringe internally, begging myself not to blush or give it away.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. What's going on?" Tone demanding, I pressed my lips together in resilience. Nothing could make me tell her, it would ruin everything. Once she found out, things would be awkward and- Every thought I had melted away as I felt her lips press against my own rather roughly. Nevertheless, I kissed back instantly, body practically reduced to putty. It was intense, we moulded together perfectly. I could feel each one of my defenses dropping. Sadly, she pulled away, leaving me breathless.

"Tell me." Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. Surely if she did that, the feeling had to be mutual. Or was she just that cruel?

"He was flirting with you. And you looked happy about it." Letting go of my shoulders, I slumped down as the doctor looked thoroughly confused.

"What are you- oh. You mean, the bartender?" She questioned, gazing at me with intent. Nodding, I sniffled slightly and hugged myself for comfort.

"He was touching you and you were laughing." Cupping my cheeks, the doctor lifted my head and gave me the most heartfelt smile I'd ever seen.

"What am I going to do with you huh?" Bewildered, i tilted my head in her hold. Much to my pleasure, she pulled me in for another kiss which I reciprocated immediately. My arms wrapped around her neck, drawing her in closer. Our bodied were pressed against each other, no room remaining. Unfortunately, I had to breath so it was cut much too short for my liking.

"It was you. Always you. I don't care about anyone else, especially not a man." Hearing her confession, I threw myself at her and held on tightly. I'd been dreaming of hearing that for months. Encircling my waist with her arms, she lifted me with ease and pressed my back onto the wall once again. Pulling back from the hug, I stared down at her (due to now being at a higher level).

"So, you get jealous easily?" Rolling my eyes, I huffed a little.

"I had every right to be. He was all over you." Smirking, the doctor tutted playfully.

"Less of the attitude." Feeling challenged, I tangled my hand in the tie, pulling her closer. A gasp escaped her lips at the sudden movement and cut of oxygen. My legs wrapped round her waist to add fuel to fire.

"Or what doctor?"

"You really wanna know?" Her voice was an octave lower as she mumbled against my lips. Instead if a verbal response, I just nod and tried not to seem too disappointed when she put me down. However, she did intertwine our fingers and drag me along until we got back to the tardis. I barely had time to process her flipping a switch as I found myself being taken into her room and the door slammed behind us. Sitting herself down on the bed, she pat her lap expectantly. Not needing to be told twice, I straddled her thighs and wasted no time in accepting her invitation of another kiss. Our tongues clashed as I pushed the coat off of her shoulders. Throwing it off to the side, the doctors hands wandered across my body and up my chest.

"Dont think I didn't notice how you were looking at me." She stated, beginning to kiss down my neck.

"Or the way you felt me up." All I could do was hum in response as she nipped at the skin, proceeding to leave adequate size marks in her path. Pulling on her tie, it came loose enough for me to rip it off. As her fingers fumbled with the zipper of my dress, we parted ways to catch our breaths. The dress fell from shoulders, leaving my front exposed. I felt myself turn red from this, the doctor was staring intensely. To distract myself from this, I wrapped the tie round the back of her neck and jerked her forward rather aggressively. All she did was chuckle in response, hands crawling up my front and her forehead pressing against my own. Finding my hips, she sat me on her left thigh. Getting impatient, I trailed kisses down her neck, settling at the crook of her neck and biting down gently. The doctor groaned quietly, digging her nails into the now exposed flesh of my hips. When did she lift my dress? That didn't matter, all I was focused on was marking up the side of her neck. At some point, she had begun to rock my hips backwards and forwards. The motion elected a moan from me and I could tell she was smirking. Trying to focus, I searched blindly for the buttons on her shirt and practically tore them apart.

"Now, now love. Don't be too hasty." Ignoring her words, I hurled the garment across the room but froze suddenly. The doctor had grabbed my wrists, causing me to look at her expectantly.

"I said, slow down. Relax." Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my arms round her neck and smiled shyly.

"I'm sorry." Shaking her head, she laughed and released my hands. Kissing my lips softly, I barely had enough time to register the doctor operating my hips again. My moans were swallowed down as the kiss grew more intense. Pathetically, I whimpered, my head falling down against her shoulder. Grip becoming firmer and the movements harsher.

"Relax, you're doing so well." My heart fluttered at the compliment, nails pressing into her back. Something clicked in her brain and the doctor smiled smugly. Picking up the pace, she spoke smoothly into my ear.

"Such a good girl hm?" Whining, I nod dumbly and bit down on her shoulder. Grunting, the blonde bucked her thigh up and I came suddenly with a cry of her name. It took a minute to catch my breath and the doctor cupped my cheeks lovingly.

"You okay love?" Nodding, I beamed as she kissed my lips repeatedly. I squeaked as she flipped us, laying me down on the bed and hovering over me.

"Dont relax too much. We're not done here."

Nestled in the dark blue sheets, I watched as the doctor fastened up her boots loosely. Her shirt was only partially done up and her hair wasn't the neatest. Sitting up, I pulled her close and ran my fingers through the blonde locks to make it presentable.

"Dont be too long." Smiling, she leant down to kiss my lips before heading for the door.

"I'll grab yaz and Dan, come back then we'll be off and I'll be right here for as long as you like." She reassured me before disappearing. Sighing happily, I stretched out before hopping up and putting some cosy pyjamas on.

Making her way through the crowded ballroom, the doctor searched around for her companions.

"Where did you disappear off to pretty lady?" Freezing, she turned to see the barman from earlier.

"That's none of your concern." Giving him a polite smile, she went to leave but instead got stopped yet again.

"Oh but I thought we were getting along well?" There was a tone of flirting in his voice and it caused the woman to cringe.

"You thought wrong then, clearly. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find my friends." Scoffing, the man looked her up and down, taking in her appearance.

"Are your standards that low you fucked an earth worm?" Eyes narrowing, the doctor stepped closer. Tilting her head up towards the creature, she sucked in a shirt breath.

"I'm sorry?"

"Come on. I saw you whisk that human away. Why would you even bother with such a lowly species?" The doctor felt her eye twitched but kept her cool up.

"I dont care for your opinions." Giving out a 'tch', it moved forward and grinned, sharp teeth showing.

"And I don't care for the opinions of women. Especially women who mess around with little earth girls." Her jaw clenched, nails digging into her palm. It was never this hard when she was a man. Then, she used to be able to do whatever without complaint.

"Shut your mouth."

"I'd understand if she was a looker. But it was hideous to see. Are you that desperate that you settled for a worthless ug-" having enough, she finally snapped and punched him right across the face. He fell to the floor with a harsh thud, alerting the people around.

"Doctor!" Yaz called out in shock, having just seen the whole thing. Both companions rushed to her side, looking at the man on the ground. The doctor chuckled at his expression, crouching down to his level.

"Sorry, were you saying something about her?" Quickly, he shook his head in hopes of not aggravating her further. Giving off a fake smile, she stood once again.

"Have a good day sir. Come on you two." The doctor was patronising him, she became cheerful once her attention focused in on her friends. Giving them no time to comprehend what just happened, they followed her back to the tardis.

"Doctor? What happened?" Dan asked, eyeing her up and down. Pulling out the tardis key, she looked at them both.

"What do you mean?" She opened the door and walked in, immediately starting up the machine to take off.

"Well for someone who's against violence, that looked pretty, well, violent." He continued, crossing his arms with an accusing look. Once the ship had taken off, the doctor tucked hands away into her pockets and looked between them both.

"Somtimes, people deserve it." She said with a sigh, leaning back against the console. Yaz raised her eyebrows.

"So, what have you been up to?" Rolling her eyes, the blonde waved them off and headed for the corridor.

Upon hearing the door open, I sat up smiling.

"I dont know if you wear pyjamas but I got you some out. Just incase you wanted to." Picking them up, she changed into them. I watched shamelessly. No point in being shy now. Once finished, the doctor climbed into the bed beside me.

"You took a while. Everything okay?" Humming, she slipped her arms round my waist and rested her head on my chest.

"Yes, I just punched someone." Eyes widening, I almost jumped up; if it wasn't for her laying on me.

"You what? Doctor!" I scolded, confused as to why on earth she'd ever do that. First time that we met, she gave us the lecture on never hurting anyone.

"He deserved it. Said some things." Now even more confused, I began to thread my fingers through her short hair.

"What did he say that was so bad you punched him?" I asked, wanting the full picture. This was very unlike her.

"He was talking nonsense. About you mainly. I'm not going to let that happen." Feeling touched, I let out a small laugh then kissed her head.

"I dont deserve you doctor."

"I'm exactly what you deserve."

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RL Simselfstory (18+)

CW: unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy stuff, addiction, drugs ⚠️

It was Friday. Finally! That was my last day of work in that fucking asylum I worked. 🥳 Goodbye Mr. B., on never reunion! 😡

I had a date with N. I haven’t seen him all week. Which kind of unsettled me. After all there was still his.... fiancée or ex-fiancée. Second, I’ve probably been pregnant, since our last night together in his Mom's house.... Anyway, first I went to Sandra, to visit her and little Liam, who, btw.... shit on me. 🤨 Yep, little stinky pooped and the poop escaped! 💩 My dress was the target. So, Sandra lent me something to wear.

Sandra was the only one I told about Nico and that I might be pregnant. S. was so happy for me. She said, I have to keep this baby! Who knows, if I will ever get pregnant again, after I had those issues in summer last year? It's like a little miracle she meant. Also this was the second time I was pregnant by N. So this time, I just have to keep it, she said. But what about Daniel? I was so sad again. When I stopped by my apartment at the beginning of the week, to check if everything is still ok there, I had that sad dream about Daniel. I was totally depressed because of that. But apart from Daniel and Nico’s ex- fiancée, there was a really serious problem, that will await me and my baby, if I am actually pregnant. 😥🤦‍♀️ My fucking pills! I relapsed a few weeks ago and had to start that drug replacement therapy again. This damn thing ruined everything. That’s why, I’m going to make an appointment for an abortion. But Sandra and my Grams will save my Baby. 😞 They’re gonna change my mind at the last second! 🩷🧡 But as for my addiction & pregnancy, I think I’ll have to make a own post about it. I mentioned once, at the beginning, that I had a high-risk pregnancy. And well, this was the reason.

Anyway, Sandra tried to calm me down..

Sandra: Don’t you worry, sweetie! After the weekend we will get you a pregnancy test and if it's actually positive, I'll help you. 💛

Me: Ok. But what about Nico? He doesn't even like Babyies. Besides, he’s gonna hate me for taking those damn pills.

Sandra: Yeah, that’s pretty serious A.... But your doc said your pills won’t hurt your baby in case of pregnancy. So don't worry, it's gonna be fine. 😟

Me: Yea, but he also said, that my baby might get withdrawal symptoms the first days after birth. Daniel and I talked about all this earlier. But Nico? He's gonna hate me! And he's right! I'm gonna die if my Baby gets withdrawal. But my parents are gonna kill me anyway. 😩🤦‍♀️

Sandra: I'm sure N. ’ll love your Baby.... Once he’s here to pick you up, I’ll give him Liam. You’ll see, he’ll like it and he’ll change his mind about Babies.

Nico came...

Sandra: Hi, Nico! Nice to see you. Glad you're back. (😬)

Nico: Hi, S.! Yea, good to see you too. Kind of crazy. I barely left for a year and everyone has babies. Philip told me a bit last summer... Are you ok?

Sandra: Yea all fine. He's my little sunshine. He has changed my whole life. I'm so grateful for my Baby.

Nico: Glad to hear that. You look good S.... Oh, and I got a little something for.... Liam, right? Here, just a gift card, nothing special. I'm not that good with all that baby stuff.

Sandra: Whaat??.... Thanks, N. This is so cute, but you didn't have to! 🤩

Nico: Not a big deal.

Sandra: Now I see it too, you’ve changed, N.... I like that. 😊

Me: Aww, you're so sweet. I missed you.

Nico: I missed you too, you’re so pretty, babe.

Nico (to S.'s bf): Yo, man!... What happend to your black suits? Is that... hipster, nerdy look, your new style now? 🤨

S.'s bf: What happened to your tracksuits? Ha? 😮‍💨

Nico: You’ve never seen me in a tracksuit, so what’s your point?

S.'s bf: Hm, that’s how I remembered you. Maybe bcs of your... soccer thing, you know? 🤨

Nico: Yea, anyway 😒 ...... Let’s go, babe. Today I’ll take you to my place.

Me: And you're sure we'll be alone there?

Nico: Don't you trust me? I told you, I broke up with her. It's over.

Me: But why didn't you want to see me? I was so sad this week.

Nico: I wanted to see you! I just didn’t have time, I was busy with soccer. Was pretty tough that week. But you knew that. I called you. Every day.

Me: Yea. Idk? I thought maybe she was with you? And I was so sad about Daniel too. But when you’re with me, that pain is gone.

Nico: Why didn’t you just tell me?... I was at practice and I couldn’t come to you bcs of your parents .🤷‍♂️ But let's talk later about that.

I think Liam thought Nico was Daniel. 🙁 He started crawling all the way to Nico. Just to look and smile at him. He was literally cracking up about Nico. This was so funny. I’ve never seen and heard Liam laugh so loudly and much. So cute! Sandra asked Nico to take Liam in his arms. She wanted to see, if he was really afraid of Babies. Nico hesitated. But I could understand him! Liam just pooped, that little stinky. Again! 💩💩🤷‍♀️

Nico (to S.): Can you please take Liam. I think he’s pooping.

Sandra: OH! Ok sorry. Yea, just give him to me.

Nico: Heh! I knew it, I knew it! 😄

Sandra: Oh no, Liam! That new baby food, is probably not really good for you, huh?

Nico: This little dude seems like a little shit. 😉😄

Sandra: Just wait till you get your own little shit.

Nico: Nah! No thanks! As long as I can avoid it, I will.

Sandra: Are you sure you’re doing everything to avoid it?

Nico: I hope so? 🫤

Sandra: But seriously Nico. What if A. wants a Baby? Will you say no to her?

Nico: Am... If she really wants a Baby, I won’t say no to her, of course.

Sandra: But what about you? Will you take care of your Baby?

Me: 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Nico: I'll have to, I guess... Babe? You ok?... What's up?

Me: Nothing! Let's just go.

Nico took me to his place, where he and his ex-gf lived together. I was so nervous. I was afraid of what to expect. He warned me and said that some of her things are still lying around there. He tried to put everything away today, so that I feel comfortable there, but some of her stuff, she still has to pick up. I could see he was nervous too. Rather worried that it could hurt me, to see, how the two have lived together.

He also told me, when she moved in with him, she has the entire living room newly furnished, without Nico knew about it. She just ordered everything in Nico’s name, so he got the bill at the end. A friend of hers studied interior design or something and that girl, wanted to redecorate his whole apartment. But Nico came home from abroad in time and was able to stop this shit. He was totally pissed! He didn’t want to pay that bill and told her that she has to do it, or he's gonna dump her. Well, her parents had to pay for the new living room.... This is so crazy!! I'd never do something like this! Even now not after all those years with him.

Anyway, next time I will tell more about her and I will meet her there myself. 🤦‍♀️ Actually, she was ok. And tbh, I felt bad about her. She told me what happened to her a few years ago. Something really bad! That’s also why Nico couldn’t just break up with her, like he thought. She threatened to hurt herself, if he did. I thought that was totally stupid of her!! And I was mad at Nico, bcs he allowed her to succeed with that pity shit. But you'll see soon what I mean.

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melissa-kenobi · 2 years

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I Can't Go On Without You

[Arthur Morgan x Reader]

WARNING: Major Character Death

"Arthur- you cant- I won't let you leave me!" Arthur watched with a deep sadness in his eyes as you broke down in front of him. Your entire body trembled with agony, while you tried to hold yourself back. He knew you wouldn't take the news very well, neither did Arthur to be honest. He still hadn't accepted it himself. "They can't take you from me- n-not when I just got you back."

"Sweetheart, it's not good. Doc says I ain't got long." Arthur mumbled as he took a step closer to you, only for you to take one back in shock, heading back into the tent. Arthur's eyes scoured over you as your hands searched through the chest where your things were kept. Throwing all sorts of memories out, you mumbled to yourself about a cure or a potion that you'd read in a book.

"I- Hosea lent me a book befo-" Cutting yourself off as you held back a deep sob at the mention of the man who raised you and Arthur like his own children. He too had left you, you wouldn't let Arthur do the same. "He er- he gave me a book which had all sorts of-"

"Sugar- it won't work- the doc's alread-

"I don't care!" You yelled at him, voice raised with annoyed at his words. "He ain't tried this medication, it'll work, I know it. I jus' gotta find it first, then we'll take t'him and I'll find all the herbs 'n everythin' we'll need."

Arthur's heart ached as he saw Sadie and Mary-Beth walk past with tears in their eyes at your state. They knew, they understood Arthur wouldn't make it. They also knew something was wrong with Dutch and the gang wasn't what it used to be, ever since Blackwater. But you, you were his stubborn wife, his oh so beautiful, wonderful stubborn wife. You'd deny it all you like but could never take bad news very well, no matter what it was. You were one helluva outlaw and Arthur was proud to have you as his wife, but you were utterly optimistic about everything.

Sadie knew how hard it would be to live without Arthur for you, remined her of her Jakey. She'd suffered for months before she reclaimed herself as Sadie Adler, simply a woman who was but a shell of who she used to be. She'd never forgotten Jakey, he still lived in her heart as he would till the day she died. Hosea had always said that you and Arthur were two peas in a pod, balancing each other out. Sadie didn't know how you'd manage without your other half, but you were one of the toughest women she'd ever met, if anyone could make it through then you would, no matter what.

"Found it!" You smiled, wiping the wetness gathered on your cheeks. "Here, look we'll take it to the doc and it'll be all fine honey. We'll pay for the medicine, no matter ho-"

"Y/N. Stop it." Arthur gripped your wrists gently, making you look up at him. Your doe eyes looking at him with such hope and adoration for him and Arthur couldn't beat around the bush anymore and watch you build your hopes up for nothing. "It's terminal darlin', there's no cure for it."

Arthur watched your face for a reaction only getting a sniffle and rapid blinking as you processed the words. It's terminal darlin'. Terminal. Meaning your husband wouldn't be coming back.

"Darlin'-" Arthur was cut off as you dropped to the ground, knees hitting the soft grass as Arthur rushed after you. He caught you just before your entire body collapsed on the ground in disbelief. His own voice cracked with regret as he aplogised. "I- sweetheart- 'm sorry"

Shaking your head in denial, you clutched your husband tighter, holding him like he was about to disappear before your very eyes. "No-no-no, you can't leave us, you can't leave me."

Arthur was expecting you to react badly, but not like this. He'd never seen you break down like this, you were a strong woman, the strongest he'd ever known and to see you like this hurt him. He was the one who had caused this upon you. His own heart broke that his wife would have to go on without him. With the way the gang was heading, he wasn't sure how long they would have before the Pinkertons caught up with them or his TB did. He swore to get John and his family out of this and that meant you too.

"Arthur- " Sobbing hardly in your husbands arms he held you. He couldn't care less about the gang right now. He needed to be there for you, for as long as he had left.

"Promise me you'll get us out of here?" You whispered into his ear, voice cracking. "I don't want you to- not here, please?"

"Jus' me and you sweetheart. I promise."

Arthur knew his words were a lie, but they were the best he could offer right now. You were slowly breaking apart at the thought of your husband dying. To save you the horror he made a promise he couldn't keep because he knew nothing hurts like a broken heart.

"I promise."

***

You made sure to cater to Arthur at every single moment. Making sure he was comfortable, that he ate and drank plenty of fluids. You fussed over him every time he had a coughing fit, ensuring he was okay afterwards. Your heart broke each day as you watched your husband grow weaker and paler with every passing day.

Arthur hadn't told you about the coughing fits he'd had after he'd finished the job with John. Or when he visited Charlotte, how he'd passed out straight. He couldn't have that worry placed upon you, he hated it. He knew how weak he was getting, it was harder to him to breathe with every passing day.

One day Micah had gotten on your nerves and you nearly shot him point blank. Arthur was lucky to even walk in at the right moment to stop you.

"Hey princess, ya seen black lung arpund or has old age finally caught up to him ay?" Micah let out a teasing cough as he winked at you.

"You better shut the hell up Micah 'fore I put a bullet in that tiny brain of yours!" You growled, pulling your revolver out, switching the safety off and clicking it into position. One shot and this rat would be outta your lives.

Micah held his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright princess, ain't my fault you're a bit touchy 'bout cowpoke. Although, when he does finally- ya know-" Micah made a crude cutting motion against his throat resulting in your firing a warning bullet at his feet, gracing the toe of his boots. Sadie, Ms Grimshaw and Mr Pearson watched with baited eyes, almost wanting you to rid them of the rat that was Micah Bell.

"You best shut your goddamn mouth about my husband Micah Bell! I swear, you say 'nother word 'bout him and this camp'll find your body flat on the floor in seconds!" You hissed, ready to pull out your other weapon but not before Arthur had ran in, practically grabbing your weapon and dragging you into your shared tent.

"Once Morgan's out the way, you're more than welcome to share my bed princess!" Micah called out as he watched Arthur drag you away. Arthur may have disarmed your guns but you still had your knives, almost instinctively you grabbed them and threw it at Micah, aiming for head but only just missing as it flew past him and near Dutch's tent. You grinned at you heard Micah growl in pain as one had hit his shoulder.

"Y/N! What are ya doing?" Arthur reprimanded you, pulling down the flaps of the tent for privacy. "As much as I wanna kill Micah, you can't jus' attack him like that!"

Huffing in anger you looked up at your poorly husband, "He was talking shit 'bout you, and I ain't havin' it." Your words were final and Arthur knew it. He sighed as he took a seat next to you on the cot, pulling you into a hug. He knew how hard the past few weeks had been, Pinkertons everywhere, Dutch's plans were completely ridiculous and some of the girls had left.

"Thank you sweetheart."

***

Arthur had already warned John, days before. He knew something was up when Dutch turned up without John. Abigail was captured, half the gang was gone. After rescuing Abigail, you'd headed back with Arthur, Sadie and Abigail.

"Go with them Y/N. I'll find you once I've dealt with something." Arthur turned to you, eyes hopeful that you would go with Sadie and be safe. But his heart knew better, you'd follow him to the ends of the earth if it meant you'd be besides him.

"You know I ain't falling for that shit." You mumbled as you hopped onto the back of Arthur's horse, having given yours to Abigail. "Now c'mon honey, we got a goddamn rat to kill.

God Arthur loved you more than words could express. "I love you Mrs Morgan."

"And I love you too Mr Morgan."

***

"You need to go Y/N. Go with John, I'll hold them off- " Arthur let out a fit of coughs as he held onto the tree for support. You'd been running for ages, Arthur's horse being shot down while you ran through the mountains trying to get away. Arthur didn't have much left in him they all knew it.

"Arthur-

"Please sweetheart, I'd res- " Arthur knew he didn't have very long but if he told you that, you'd certainly stay and die besides him and he wouldn't allow that. So he lied, lied for your sake. "I'll be right behind you darlin', I promise. Just get John outta here."

"But-

"Please- for me?" Arthur pleaded, needing to have you out of here and safe. His heart leapt as you nodded in agreement, knowing that you'd be safe from the Pinkertons, from Dutch and Micah. "I love you sweetheart."

Rushing forwards you quickly grabbed the lapels of your husbands coat, pulling him towards you as you gave him a kiss. Arthur savoured the feel of your lips on his, holding your body tightly against his. He knew this would be last time he ever see you, ever hold you in his arms, tell you that he loved you and that he wished he could have provided a better life for you.

"I love you Y/N. My wife. More than anything in this world, don't ya ever forget that." Arthur pulled back to place his forehead against yours. "Now go, get John outta here and I'll meet you there."

"I love you Arthur. Don't ya dare forget about me." You smiled, pulling away, rushing off to get John to his family.

"I could never darlin'..."

***

It had been too long. Arthur was supposed to be coming right after you, but he hadn't. You'd gotten John to his family and now they were heading off.

"Get outta here Marston." You told him, only just noticing he had Arthur's hat on, your heart skipped a beat. Why? Why would Arthur give John his hat, his satchel? Unless- unless he never planned on coming after you. "No-

"Y/N!!" John called after you but you were already gone, pushing your horse at a fast pace, not caring if the Pinkertons spotted you. You needed to get to Arthur and fast.

"C'mon girl, you can do it! I gotta get to Arthur." You praised the horse as she listened to your commands, legs going as fast as she could.

Making up to where you'd last left Arthur you dodged past the patrols of Pinkertons, rushing up the mountain only to find a body slumped on the ground, hoping it wasn't your husbands you rushed over and sighed when it wasn't him. Moving closer to the edge of the cliff you saw another another, one that looked like it has dragged itself closer. You knew, in your heart, that it was Arthur.

"Arthur!" You called out as you fell on your knees. Clutching his body, his chest only moving slightly as his eyes were slowly closing. "Hey, hey, I'm here. It's okay."

Arthur's hand moved to hold yours as he smiled up at you. His last breaths, slowly eating away at him as he watched you and the sunset. "It's pretty here ain't it?"

"I know you love the sunsets. It's beautiful, jus' like you huh?" You smiled as you took a second to look away from Arthur to the sunset, a mistake you'd come to regret for the rest of your life. Looking back down at him, you felt his hand go limp and his eyes close, his chest no longer moving, not even a small wheeze could be heard from him.

"Arthur? Hey- hey look at me." You gently turned his pale face to you, his cheek bruised and lip bust as you let a sob. "My Arthur, plese don't leave me, please. Not yet, I ain't ready!"

"No, no, I can't go on without you Arthur. I can't-" Your voice broke as you cried into his chest. Your chest aching in pain as your other half had been taken from you, half your heart had been ripped from your body as you collapsed onto him.

A rustling came from behind you but you didn't care, if it was the Pinkertons, you'd rather have then kill you than live without Arthur. "I- " Dutch's voice wavered as he watched you cry over your dead husbands body. "I am sorry Y/N."

You didn't have the energy to argue. "If you're here to kill me, then do it.. please.. least I'll die at the hands of someone I once trusted rather than a Pinkerton."

"I don't- I never wanted this- my son, Art-

"If you ain't here to kill me then go. Leave. NOW!" You brokenly yelled at Dutch, your former father figure and mentor, now a traitor to his own gang. To Arthur. You didn't want him to breathe Arthur's name. Dutch left quickly, hearing the patrols come closer.

"You lied Arthur. Told me you'd get us outta here." You sniffed. "That we'd be safe. Can't believe I actually believed ya honey."

"Was silly of me. I shoulda been here with ya, maybe then we'd have made it out alive."

"I ain't ever leaving you again Mr Morgan."

***

A few days later...

Charles had gotten word Arthur had died up in the mountains and made his way to find his body. But what he didn't expect to was to find you, holding on to your husband as you lay on his chest. Charles' felt a wave of sadness pass him as he saw how you clung to his body.

"Y/N.."

He'd managed to pry your from Arthur's body as he saddled the two of you on his horse. You'd muttered a few words to Charles about where you wanted Arthur's body buried. A small hilltop where you and Arthur had planned to buy out and live. It was perfect for the two of you, small and secluded, with a beautiful view of the sunset.

"Thank you Charles."

Charles watched as you sat besides your husbands grave, talking to yourself about memories from your younger days. Charles knew you were made for each other. With Arthur gone, he knew you'd never be yourself again because nothing heals a broken heart. Especially not one as broken as yours.

But what was left was that of a broken woman who couldn't go on without her husband.

***

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #melissa writes 💕

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half-deadmagicperson · 1 year

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Phic Phight Phic 2

Title: Crazy Right?

AO3

For @phicphight

Prompt by @charcoalhawk

Word Count: 934

Prompt: Danny has to get his wisdom teeth removed

Warnings: Panic attack, Surgical stuff

If you want to skip the panicking there's squiggles (~) that mark the beginning and end of the section.

This one is even shorter than the last one, but here we go Phic Number 2!!!!

Also shout out to the other Team Ghosts for being awesome!

Danny Fenton was walking down the hall with his two best friends, Sam and Tucker.

"So ya know how I told you that I hafta get my wisdom teeth removed?" Sam and Tucker nodded and Danny continued, "well I just found out that my parents scheduled the appointment for tomorrow."

"Dude that's rough," Tucker replied, looking up from his PDA, "I remember I was sore for weeks after mine!"

"That's because you refused to give up meat even though you're not supposed to eat chewy stuff for a week," Sam chimed in.

"Hey! I can't help it if the beef calls my name!"

"You're disgusting."

The goth and the geek squabbled a bit before going back to the subject of teeth.

"Just make sure you don't eat anything cold. Made that mistake once," Sam shuddered at the memory.

"I'm more concerned about what'll happen when I'm on anesthesia. What if my powers act up? What if I tell everyone I'm a ghost?" Danny replied.

"Listen dude, if that happens, we'll help cover for you," Tucker stated, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. Sam put her hand on the vacant shoulder and added, "We'll even close the portal so you can have time to recover."

"Thanks guys. You're the best," Danny said with a small smile.

The next day Danny's mom dropped him off for his procedure. The docs had him sit in a fancy dentist chair while they talked about what they were gonna do and grabbing the anesthetics. It was at that moment Danny had a mild panic attack. What if the anesthetics don't work on him?

Since the accident, drugs haven't had as much of an effect on him. He had to take four doses of painkillers just to get the same effect as one. On the flip side he also healed faster than normal, so the pain didn't last as long.

He sat in the chair as the anesthesiologist administered the drug. He started counting backwards from 10. Ten…nine…eighttt..sevennn….

He didn't get past seven before drifting off into a numb sleep.

~~~~~~~~tw starts here~~~~~~~~~~

Something was in his mouth. Something cold. Danny tried to fish it out of his mouth, but soon realized he couldn't move to do so. Panic flooded his senses. He couldn't move. He couldn't see. His mouth was as dry as a dessert. He couldn't speak. He could taste metal.

Slowly his vision returned. He saw blurs moving around and a bright light shining down on him. His heart pounded in his chest.

He heard a distant murmur of "He's waking up!" and "Up his dosage so he goes back to sleep!"

Danny did the only logical thing to do. He screamed. He screamed and screamed and screamed, but nothing came out other than a dull "ee". Danny felt himself going numb again. Tears streamed down his immobile face.

He could feel them in his mouth. He could feel a prick in his arm. His mouth felt like a fire raging, like the time he tried to make Mac n cheese.

It's me! It's me Danny! Mom! Dad! Please stop, it's me! It's Danny!

No words came out of his mouth. He felt the sleepiness return, begging him to close his eyes. His breaths slowed as he entered a forceful slumber.

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"Hey there buddy. Glad to have you back."

Danny's eyes slowly peeled open to see a blurry blue blob.

"It's me Danny," he slurred. Another blurb came into view, this one more teal.

"I know, sweetie, I named you," a cheerful voice replied.

Maddie Fenton turned towards the doctor, "It looks like the medicine really did a number on him. At least he remembers his name."

Maddie gently grabbed Danny's hand to lead him to the car.

"It's a lieemm notta ghost," he murmured

"Of course, silly, you'd have to die to become a ghost," his mom replied, patiently navigating him to the car.

"But mom I did die. Three years ago."

At this Maddie turned around. Man these anesthetics were really something.

"And then I could fly and go weeeeeeeeeeee like a birbb."

"That's great, sweetie."

"Mommmm I'm telling you I'm phantomm the superheroooo," Danny continued to slur and made a superman pose.

"Sweetie, Phantom is not a superhero. He's a ghost, he can't be a hero."

Danny started sobbing

"But-hic-I am-hic-a superhero."

"I'm sure you are sweetie. I'm sure you are."

They finally reached the Fenton Assault Vehicle, and Maddie strapped Danny in. The entire ride home Danny spent telling Maddie about his powers and cool ghosts he's met. They pulled up to the house when Danny had finished telling her about the ghost yeti leader named Frostbite.

Maddie led Danny to his room and tucked him into bed. Hopefully he'll be less loopy in the morning. I mean ghost yetis? How strange is that.

Danny woke up the next day with a dull ache in his mouth and no recollection of the day prior. He walked downstairs to grab some soup.

"Hi mom," he mumbled, grabbing a bowl out of the cabinet.

"Hi Danny, or should I say Phantom! How was your sleep?" His mother asked cheerfully.

Danny froze.

"What'd you say?"

"I asked how your sleep was. Yesterday you were so tired you said you were that ghost boy. But that's impossible since you're very much alive! And you were going on and on about your powers and some yeti named Frostbite! Crazy right!"

"Yeah. Crazy."

Danny turned around and went back upstairs. Suddenly, he wasn't so hungry anymore. Tears started to form. His parents accepting him. What a thought. Crazy right?

#danny phantom #dp #phicphight 2023 #phicphight #phic #danny fenton #maddie fenton #wisdom teeth #poor danny #phic phight 2023

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shroommoss · 2 years

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everything is up in flames.

the wood of gem's castle decay and crumble into grey ashes. impulse's keep is flooded with lava, covering the statues under layers of soot.

her mushrooms are ablaze.

her land is ravaged by flames and there is nothing pearl can do. she cannot save her home, her land, her people. gilded helianthia burns as brightly as it once lived. her crops are turned to crisp, pearl wonders if there would even be anyone left to eat any spared crops.

she can't move. she can't help and she can't move. she knows she needs to save herself, if only to show what's left of her people that their empire will come back stronger as their leader continues to fight. but she can't. because it's all gone and xornoth won. there is no more battle she can fight but the one in her mind.

pearl feels an urgent tug as someone tries to move her leaded legs. they call to her, pleading to flee. sausage says they need to leave, they need to get higher up away from the lava. there's another pull as sausage—

oh. it's impulse.

"pearl, we need to evacuate! there is no saving the soup valley, not right now. the top priority is saving ourselves and our things, then we can rebuild."

impulse—right, she's in hermitcraft—pulls her arm once again so they walk slowly away from the fires that dance around their homes, as if taunting pear. taunting her to jump; to break.

"we can't fight today. but when we get more soup ren and his royal clowns won't know what hit them," impulse smiles in what is meant to be assurance. but under the layer of soot and blood streaming from arrow wounds, pearl can see the tiredeness in his eyes and the paranoid weariness in the way his eyes flit between any moving sentient nearby.

"they're gone for now," gem announces as she flies down to where impulse and pearl are stood by the river. the three of them look at the carnage wrought upon their lands by the king. the red king they have started to call him. pearl doesn't understand why, but she figures it's a sign of the cost of his actions. he has devastated their lands, and for that the red king will pay in the fire red of his veins.

gem joins pearl at her side, letting the flames flit in their eyes as it had done before in another world. another empire.

impulse hikes his backpack up again and clears his throat. "we need to find allies. there isn't enough of us, and there isn't enough soup to fight the court. i don't even think i managed to salvage any soup supplies."

pearl takes in a staggered breath before closing her eyes. she reaches towards gem's hand and squeezes it in support. from one ruler to another.

"we go to the perimeter, then," pearl announces, turning back to impulse, "doc declared independence so he might help us."

impulse nods as he passes pearl the meagre supplies he managed to save. gem digs out a few bowls she had on her as well, passing it to their soup maker.

"i suppose we'll need some soup for the journey."

#pearlescentmoon #geminitay #impulsesv #soup group #hermitcraft s9 #empires pearl #empires gem

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youonlygetonebody · 2 years

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~ The Western State Girls Varsity Competitive Eating team bus has just pulled up to the parking lot of Baxton State Park. The girls squeeze out of the bus and make the ponderous journey to the trail head at the edge of the parking lot. Team Captain Tiffany Brooke, state record holder for Pies, Open Weight division settles down on a convenient log, takes a few moments to catch her breath, and speaks. ~

Whew... Ok girls, that's just the warm-up. Hehe... One minute.... Whew. Ok. ... As I said, that's the warmup. You all know the importance of a pre-meet run to build our appetites for competition. Well, we won't exactly be running, but I thought we'd get some fresh air and nature for our walk. We'll be stepping off shortly after some quick announcements and a little sugar boost.

Ok, first things first, if you hadn't already heard the rumors, Doc Brennan has cleared me to compete this weekend, which is good since I'll be carrying you bitches, hehe. After my little scare at the Epsilon Pi pool party I'm doing fine and the ticker's pumping strong. Silver lining is that I'm signing an endorsement deal with Medtronic next week, so expect a kegger at my place when that check comes. Doc did tell me to take it easy on the walk so I may be in the back for but if it.

Second, make sure your're wearing the new away Whataburger jerseys and bibs this weekend. They're a little undersized it seems so you may have to start with your day two sizes and hope for the best on actual day two, hehe. . Ok we're about ready to step off. Oh, before I forget, some night before the meet tricks. Take it easy at dinner tonight. Keep it under bodyweight times five for calories. Yes, Amber, I know it's hard, but you'll make up for it tomorrow sweetie. I've seen what you can do to a table of hot dogs. Another performance like last week's and you'll be in the 380 weight division by the end of the semester. One extra snack you can have is a great appetite boost. Take two cups of canola oil, and cup of sugar, mix it up, and down it. Perfect mix to get your body ready to chow down tomorrow. Just like Rocky drinking raw eggs, hehe.

Alright, now we're ready. One, two, three! ... ... Ughmph! ... Uhhmmmph! ... Whew... One minute... Just a sec... Ughmmmmph!...

...

Katie, be a sweetie and come hp give me a boost. Once I'm up I'll be good, I just need a little boost getting up from down here. Here, just grab my belly and lift it up. No, grab here. Come on, you can pul a little more. Straight up. Lift with your legs. Ok .. Ughmmph!! UGHFFFMH!...

...Maybe I need to get you girls on the weight room once in a while. Brock, come over and help me up, please? Thank you. Yes, just grab here and here, and hold up my belly. Wow! I feel 100lbs lighter! One, two, threeemmmphh! Yea! ... Whew... One sec.... One sec... Ok. Thank you Brock, you're the best bib manager this team could ask for. And so nice of you to give up your starting position on the football team to do it too! Whew... One sec... thanks again. ...

Brock, you can pass out the donuts now. We need our sugar boost before the walk. Only three per girl, we need to be hungry tomorrow. Oh! None for Amy! Amy, you're our last girl in the lightweight division, and your bumping against the top of the limit! We need you to weigh in under 220 tomorrow to have representation in all the weight categories. In fact, that sports bra is looking tighter than normal, give me 20 jumping jacks! Yes, right now! Go! One, two, three..., four, five... six ... *Huff*... seven ... whew, slow down... eight... slow down .. I can't count that fast ... eleven... *Huff*... Ok, ok you're good... Whew... Give me a second, girls. Let me sit down for a second. . ... Whew.

...

Ok, I think it's time you girls got on the walk. I'm going to sit this one out, Doc told me I should save my energy for the meet. It's two loops around the parking lot, almost 300 yards. Brock set up a water and donuts aid station on the other side of the lot. None for you Amy, you greedy little porker, hehe. I'll meet you all back on campus at the locker room. Go! ...

... Hey, Brock, could I get another boost up? Wow, that really does make me feel 100lbs lighter! What? It feels like more to you? ...oh, well I suppose... sorry... Uhm, but I should probably do some appetite increasing exercises before the meet tomorrow. I've got a full day, pies in the morning and hot dogs in the evening. Maybe we could go to the weight room and you could show me workouts?

#TiffanyBrooke #WomensCompetitiveEatingTeam

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quaddmgd · 1 year

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So I managed to finish that little fic I've been talking about. It's not much, but hey, it's my first since 5 years!

As always, Elegy belongs to @oranzuwu! Thank you for helping me get her dialogue right and proofreading this multiple times for me! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

This fic is a continuation to a post Halcyon made, so make sure to read it first! There's an entire synopsis there!

I might drop it on AO3 when I set it up eventually.

Fic under the cut!

MERCURY

As the door opened, I saw Elegy sitting on the bed, our new bed, possibly for a few days, leaning against the wall. Usually she greets me with a warm smile, but this time I could only see concern. "How are you feeling?" she asked, slightly leaning in my direction. "Better now, thanks. Doc is a cool guy." I responded with a smile, adding "Thank you, for being there for me. I would end up in a hole if it wasn't for you." As she glanced at me, her pretty black eyes filled with care. "What are you talking about? I'd never leave you there." she assured me, as if she knew exactly what's on my mind. It made sense; apart from Misty, she's the only person that fully knows why I parted ways with my family. "Doc left you some clothes and booze, behind you, on the chair. I could fix us some drinks, if you’d like. I know I would." I smiled briefly and broke our eye contact.

"Sure, but first, I could really use a shower." I moaned in sudden pain while trying to hand-comb my hair with the injured arm. Judging by the change in her raccoon eyes, she took notice, but tried to continue: "Well, help yourself, if you're brave enough. Greasy as fuck, looks like someone flatlined there." She made me chuckle. "I'm sure I've seen worse when I was on the road." After taking the clothes from the chair, I turned towards the bathroom. The automatic door was there, but it was visibly broken. I couldn't move it in either direction. Seeing only half of her face from where I was standing now, I noticed the break in the eye contact. Visibly embarrassed, she looked away, muttering under her breath: "Oh yeah, the door's kinda not working." "Great..." I sighed.

"Shout if you need help with anything."

She had no way of knowing, but she made me smile, even though I'd never let her help me in this state. That being said, I'd love to have her there, at this moment.

The shower allowed me to rethink what happened that night. Blood from the gunshot wound on my arm, flowing with water beneath my feet, made me realize that I was lucky... and that something might've happened to Elegy. Feeling light-headed, I leaned against a cold shower wall and began sliding along. On the ground, I hugged my legs, feeling the warmth of tears building up in my eyes. I knew that thinking about it wouldn't change a thing, but here I was. What mattered was that we were both safe, mostly unharmed, and no one knew where we were. "The moment we leave this shithole, it's a soft reboot." I kept repeating to myself, preparing to get up and finish washing; and so I did, after a minute or two, somehow.

"If you need any help with the bandage, let me know!" her lively voice from behind the wall greeted me, after I left the shower, still trying to fend off the idea of calling her here to see what happens. "Don't worry, I'm good at this myself." I replied. She sounded much less tense than before. I could imagine she wanted us to just relax and keep our minds off what happened.

It was so hot today that I decided to dry up in nothing but underwear. Going back to Elegy, I met with her fond smile, covered by a slightly wiped purple lipstick. I returned it, wondering if she really eyed me up and down right now. "There's a drink with a name of a really brave girl on it." she remarked, pointing at a nightstand, beside which I was supposed to sleep tonight. "Thanks, I need it." I sat on the bed, beside her, and leaned on the same wall.

The raccoon looked me in the eyes and took a deep breath. "I'll keep in touch with guys in the city, we'll know when it's safe to come back. Try to not worry, ok?" "So we're really stuck here for now?" I asked hopelessly, not happy to sleep in a muggy, rundown motel room, filled with a metallic smell of an unknown source. "Mhm." she smiled nervously, looking down on her legs before gazing into my eyes and smiling, as if she just came up with an idea that would drastically improve our look on this situation; "But look, on the other side, we're outta the city, just the way you like. I'll take care of you and make sure you recover asap. Until then, we can sleep all day and order pizza!" I shaked my head, unable to help but smile a bit. I felt the need to snuggle up to her, but I couldn't bring myself to just openly hug her. The anxiety won again. Enjoying my glass of whiskey with coke, I leaned on her, placing my head on her shoulder. It was all I could do, but it was enough.

I was very grateful, not only for what she did today, but for being an awesome person all around. The thought of meeting someone so friendly and trustworthy in this god-forsaken city never would've crossed my mind, yet here we were. The inseparable duo, ever since she found me in the Afterlife, and convinced me that we need each other in order to complete our tasks. But I always struggled with showing emotions, especially since it's not like we know each other for that long.

I eventually let out "Thank you, for everything." to which she took a sip from her glass and smiled. "Don't mention it, C, really. Like I said-" As something on my stomach got her attention, her smile suddenly disappeared. "Something wrong?" I asked, checking myself for any wounds. It was weird. I knew I wasn't shot anywhere else, but what I mistook as shock at the time, made me doubt myself. She started moving her index finger across the scar on my stomach; "You weren't joking... that it's not your first time." I didn't know if I should tell her to stop. It felt weird, tingly, but her gestures were full of care... concern. I didn't understand what was going on. "Uhh... Yeah, I've... been shot before." were the only words I managed to gawk out.

“And you’ve been worse.” As she was busy examining my scars, moving on to the one above my bust, I locked my eyes on her beautiful face. I was scared of screwing up our friendship, but I couldn't resist touching her. I delicately stroked her cheek. That's when she looked me in the eyes for about three seconds, pulled me by my shoulders, and suddenly kissed me. The warmth of her lips intoxicated me. She stopped to say, her voice quiet and tender: "Please take care of yourself, I can't afford to lose you." after which I returned the kiss, feeling both happiness and fear that I'll do something wrong and lose her.

#cyberpunk 2077 #shippy saturday #otp: nothing's gonna hurt you baby #oc: crystal hartley #oc: elegy yukimura #vanilla photo mode #text.qd #screen.qd #crystal without any makeup!!!

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cipheramnesia · 17 hours

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Part 4: A Midnight Summer Dream

a story by @rox-and-prose and @cipheramnesia

Luna was a pale sliver of paint in the stars, a slip of the brush in the forever of the sky.

"That's it," Michele Loren said. "This is where we head our separate ways for the moment."

Laika took her hand of the control vines for Genghis Khan as she stared wordlessly. The earth civ moon, original version, a system unto itself. She had devoured all she could find about Luna, the multifacet god, in hopes to understand the call she felt in the days after leaving home. She'd put the hope of seeing Luna with her own eyes at the bottom of a box and buried the idea. Her muzzle hung slightly agape as she searched for something momentous to say, to share with GK how much it meant to be in the here and now.

She noticed Sy was watching her, and the dryad smiled and glanced away when he saw her seeing him. She blushed and her face felt hot, and she forgot her train of thought.

"I never imagined I'd rob the moon," she said.

"You're only robbing a very, very small part of it," Cat Nguyen corrected.

The crew of the Paperclip were sharing the bridge of Genghis Kahn, with varying expressions of perplexity on their faces watching the werewolf executing the peculiar movements and footwork involved in manipulating the various switches and nerves and pedals essential to a Pilot. Even Doc seemed entranced, silent through all the system jumps, or structure solutions, or whatever GK liked to call them. All except Dandridge who returned to the Paperclip immediately in a sullen huff, vowing never to set foot on GK ever again. Laika was going to need to find out what exactly GK had done to piss him off so bad.

Now they were gathering up helmets and and gloves for their envirosuits, looking around for just the right way to excuse themselves from the room which Laika had seen enough of before she was eight to recognize. "Okay," Loren said. "Well, you know. This should go fine, just stick with the plan, keep it simple, you know."

"I can do better than that," Doc (Laika still hadn't figured out if the woman was Blake Sloane, or Sloane Blake, or something else), pushing her bracelets along with the sleeve of her purple, double breasted, knitted suit jacket. "I can stick the plan to me." There was a mess of writing which Laika deeply hoped was meant to look smeared and half erased on Doc's forearm.

"That's, that's a great- Good job Sloane."

"Doctor Blake, why can't you ever get my name right?!"

"I'm sorry. Doctor Blake. Fantastic work as always." Loren turned to Laika. "Look, I don't know how to uh. You know how much work this has been for me. Well, just be careful. Make sure next time I see you, you have the godseye or Doc, or both. Or don't let me see you again?"

"Is that a threat," Sy asked.

"Think of it as friendly advice," Loren said.

"And also as a threat," Nguyen added, despite Loren's sharp look. "What?" she shot back at his frown.

"Do I have do go with these guys?" Sy looked at Laika who said "no" at the same time as Loren and Nguyen said "yes."

"We'll keep our end," Nguyen said, "along with your friend. You keep yourself along with Doc."

"Who you wouldn't be sorry to see killed, I gather."

"We'd prefer she come out of this mostly intact," Loren sounded almost apologetic.

"Okay, okay, fine. Let's not draw this out, I get it."

Loren breathed a small sigh of relief and Nguyen just smiled. "We'll get going then," he said.

"Take care of yourself," Laika gave Sy a shoulder pat as he walked by, then impulsively pulled him into a hug.

"I'll be good," he said into fur. "You have the hard job."

"Pulling off the heist?"

"Being alone with, uh, the Doc."

Loren and Nguyen waited at the entryway to the bridge. Laika set down Sy from the hug and stood her full height. "Oh," she said. "Before you go? GK, please threaten them."

Its voice coming from nowhere as usual, GK said, "Thank you Laika, for this commendable request. Captain Michele Loren of the Paperclip, please prepare for receiving a threatening missive."

"What?"

"Captain Michele Loren, Pilot Cat Nguyen, and the remaining crew of the ship Paperclip not present aboard myself, I am placing you under the advisement that should even the smallest fraction of an injury occur to Pilot Laika Blackwood, or Sy Drangea, electrical engineer, I will track you to the end of earth civilization space, and to parts unknown. You will never know safety or peace for as long as you remain alive. I will find your dreams, and take them from you. There will be no power up to and including the total heat death of this universe which will stop me from extracting your lives in payment. If you die, I will find yours souls. I will tear apart the essence of your beings. I will disperse the electrons of your bodies into every star of this universe. I will burn your souls to ash. Nothing will remain. Please ensure Sy returns safely to me upon our next meeting."

Loren stared, open mouthed.

"Uh," said Nguyen, "You're... really good at that."

"Thank you," said GK. "Your praise is insignificant to me. Please have a safe trip."

#gkw

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phoenixthemenace · 11 months

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Till Death

Day 30. Lost hope/Death do us part-

"Dix?" Johnny asked sadly. "Roy was here, right? I didn't dream that, did I?"

"Yes he was."

"Then why…why hasn't he come to see me?"

Drat the boy and those eyes. She thought, as her heart twinged.

"I don't know." She said softly. "Do you want him to?"

He nodded, hiding his eyes so she wouldn't see the tears.

"I came back for him."

Joe, who had just slipped in quietly, caught Dixie's eye and nodded.

"Johnny. Do you want to be with Roy?"

He glanced up at both of them.

"For the rest of my life." He whispered.

"Johnny." Joe said, taking Johnny’s hand, surprising him and Dix. "You are the closest thing I have to a son."

Johnny stared at Joe, mouth agape.

Drat the boy and those eyes. Joe thought before continuing.

"If that is what you want, I will help you. Even if I have to drag him in here and sit on him while you two talk"

"Me too." Dixie said, taking Johnny’s other hand. He could see she felt the same way.

His eyes filled again even as he laughed at the thought.

"Thanks." He whispered as he ducked his head.

"What did you say to him when you woke up?" Joe asked.

Johnny smiled.

"I told him to go home, that I'd be okay now and I…" He blushed furiously.

"Love him?" Dixie whispered conspiratorially.

"Yeah." Johnny sighed adorably. His companions rolled their eyes.

"That explains it." Joe said to Dixie.

"Yeah." At Johnny’s inquiring look she explained. "Well, Tiger. All we heard was 'go'."

Johnny looked horrified and tried to get up.

"Easy, easy Johnny." Joe said effortlessly holding Johnny down. "You're in no condition to go anywhere."

"Roy's on duty today." Dixie soothed. "We'll talk to him."

"Knock some sense into that thick skull."

"That might be impossible Joe. It's almost as thick as Johnny’s."

Johnny gave up struggling and spluttered indignantly as Joe and Dixie chuckled.

"Meanwhile, since you're so healthy, we're going to move you into a regular room and let someone who needs it have this one."

"And we're giving you a special roommate." Dixie smiled sweetly.

"Now Dix, Don't spoil the surprise!" Joe laughed.

*****

Roy was devastated.

His Johnny had fought his way back from death's door only to tell him to go. Dixie might think, believe, that he was saying something else but that was too much for Roy to hope for in this grief stricken state

She didn't know about the envelope he'd discovered in the pocket of Johnny’s blue jacket when he washed it. It had two letters to Cap, one a transfer request, the other a letter of resignation.

He'd failed, he'd hurt Johnny that badly, and now he was certain there was nothing to be done.

*****

"Roy." Dixie said kindly. "I want to talk to you."

Roy opened his mouth to protest. He knew what she wanted to say, and couldn't bear to hear it. Fortunately for him, a call came in and he and his temporary partner had to go.

*****

"Roy." Joe said sternly. "I want to talk to you."

Roy closed his eyes and sighed. Why wouldn't they leave him alone? He was saved by a three alarm structure fire.

*****

It took most of an extremely busy shift before they were able to corner Roy.

"I'm telling you Roy, what you heard was not what he said." Joe said with gentle firmness. "Remember, he'd just gone through a terrible ordeal."

"Doc…" Roy tried to begin, but Joe took him by the arm.

"No, Roy. Now we are going to go talk to your partner."

Roy looked to Dixie for help but she just smiled innocently and didn't interfere as Roy was hauled off to the elevators.

*****

Johnny was bored.

Kelly Brackett was about as fun a roommate as a broken leg. His idea of passing the time was reading medical journals and was good to share them with Johnny, but enough was enough. So, partly out of boredom and partly out of a desire to annoy Brackett, he started flirting with every nurse in sight. Soon, he gathered a trio around him and was entertaining them with a story of his heroics when the door swung open and Roy was herded through.

Johnny was startled to see him and slid down under the covers.

"How are you doing, Johnny?" Joe asked as Roy stood to the side, staring awkwardly.

"Oh…I…uh…" He sputtered eloquently, trying not to stare longingly at Roy.

"How about you, Kel?" Joe asked, turning a twinkling eye to his friend. "Enjoying your roommate?"

"I shouldn't say this, but Romeo here was a lot easier to live with when he was in a coma." Kel answered dryly.

They all laughed and Joe plopped down on the end of Brackett's bed, and proceeded to flirt brazenly with everyone in the room, including Kel.

Especially Kel.

Dixie came in a short time later and swept the three nurses away, shooing them back to their duties. Joe stood and started fussing around the head of Kel's bed, taking vitals and shielding Roy and Johnny from view, while they, meanwhile, fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Ro-"

"Joh-"

They started speaking at the same time, and smiled with nervous fondness at each other. Unfortunately, Roy was called away. Johnny sighed, slid further under his covers and curled up, facing away from Joe and Kel.

Joe sighed.

"Take me for a walk." Kel said quietly.

"Sure Kel." Joe knew he wanted to talk.

They slowly made their way down the hall, Kel trying not to shuffle, Joe trying not to notice.

"Joe, what is going on between those two?"

"What do you mean?" Joe asked, surprised that Kel would have guessed.

"They've been upset with each other for a while now. At first I thought it was about the virus, but now I'm thinking it's got to be that nurse from the maternity ward that they were fighting over recently."

"I don't know Kel, I don't think those two would let a woman come between them."

"You may be right Joe. But did you see how Johnny reacted to Roy? Like he was guilty?"

They were back to the room now.

"Okay Kel. I'll talk to them, just don't you say anything to Johnny. You know how he is, it's apt to get really uncomfortable if you do."

"Sure Joe." Kel said tiredly. He climbed back into his bed and dropped off to sleep almost at once. Joe turned to Johnny who was still curled on his side, but Joe could see he wasn't asleep.

"Johnny." Joe said softly as he put his hand on his shoulder and encouraged him to turn over onto his back. There were tears on his cheeks.

"Thanks Doc." He whispered. "For everything."

"Don't give up hope."

Johnny tried to smile.

"I mean, for all the help you've given me over the years. My aunt and I wouldn't have survived without you and Dix."

Joe blushed and focused on the floor for a few minutes. Finally composed, he ruffled Johnny’s hair and smiled down at him. Johnny felt warmed by it and maybe hoping wasn't so hard after all.

"Don't give up hope." Joe repeated and left Johnny to his nap.

*****

That day set an unfortunate precedent of missed opportunities for the two broken hearted men to talk. As the days passed without seeing or speaking to Roy, Johnny began to withdraw, regretting not following his Auntie. Roy, too, was losing hope despite Joe and Dixie's encouragement.

Finally, the day arrived for Johnny to be discharged from Rampart. Johnny looked up hopefully when his door opened that morning, but it was Dixie and Cap. Johnny tried valiantly not to let his face fall.

"Hey there Tiger." Dixie's smoky voice was soft and sad. "Ready to go?"

Johnny just nodded and accepted the bag of clothes his captain held out to him.

"Thanks, Cap."

"No problem, Pal. We'll wait out here while you change, then I'll drive you home."

Out in the hall, Hank turned serious eyes to Dixie's worried ones.

"Is he okay to go to his apartment alone? Should I take him home with me?"

Dixie sighed.

"He refused me and Joe when we offered. I think we're just going to have to let him go."

"I wish I'd been paying closer attention that day."

"I know. I think we all wish we had been too." She replied, patting his arm.

Johnny stepped out into the hall then. His clothes were loose on him and his eyes were tired and sad. He tolerated Dixie's fussing, but was grateful when Hank finally led him to his car.

They drove in silence for several blocks before Johnny spoke.

"Thanks Cap."

"No problem, John."

"I mean…" Johnny shrugged. "Just for everything."

Hank glanced over at Johnny.

Drat the boy and those eyes. He thought as he slowed for traffic. They were pleading for something.

"Hey Pal?" Hank began slowly. "What happened between you and Roy?"

Johnny stared at his hands folded in his lap for a long time, messy hair tumbling over his forehead.

"You know me Cap." He finally shrugged with a sigh. "I'm always messing things up."

Hank reached over and put his hand on the nape of Johnny’s neck.

"No Son. You're not." He said with gentle firmness. "You're one of the best men I know. Now don't let me hear you saying that about yourself again."

Johnny smiled at that, and they were at his apartment.

"Just drop me off here. The lot is full, you'll never find a spot."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Johnny paused before climbing out of the car. "Thanks again Cap. You know, for everything."

"You're welcome, John."

Johnny waved as his captain drove reluctantly away, and slowly climbed the stairs, his throat slowly tightening and eyes stinging. With a heavy heart he opened the door to his cold, dark apartment.

He half hoped Roy would be there, waiting to surprise him. But he wasn't and Johnny was overcome with exhaustion. His bedroom was too far away so he trudged to his couch.

Just when he thought his heart couldn't break any further, it did.

But there, on his coffee table was an envelope with his name written in a dear, familiar hand. With hopeful terror he snapped it up and opened it. Something metal clanged out and bounced across the table and onto the floor. He ignored it to devour the short note.

John-

Please come home.

-Roy

*****

"Hey Cap," Roy had asked earlier. "I'm supposed to pick Johnny up after we're off today and take him to his apartment. Could you-"

The klaxons sounded, cutting him off and calling the squad out to meet the coast guard. Roy looked anxiously at Hank as he handed over the call slip. He nodded to Roy, answering the unasked question.

Now, hours later, he wearily climbed the stairs to his home, hope buzzing around the edge of his senses along with the tiredness. He hoped Johnny would be there, waiting for him. But no one waited behind the door.

Just when he thought he couldn't hurt any more, he did.

Too tired to go to bed he flipped on the TV and flopped onto his couch. A soap opera was on and Roy blearily watched it, trying to figure out the convoluted plot that seemed about to conclude with a wedding. Or start. He didn't really understand these things.

But he was too exhausted to find something else.

His thoughts drifted to Johnny. He had been glad that he'd left the note for him to find when they got to Johnny's apartment. But now without him here at home, Roy mused that it was probably best he had not been the one to drive him this morning.

He also thought about resigning himself, and going far away. But he knew the pain would just follow him. Sighing, he struggled to his feet and went into the kitchen for a glass of water and ended up staring, sightless, out the window for an unknown amount of time, the empty part of his soul echoing with heartache.

*****

Johnny crawled into the bed when he finally arrived home, intending to only take a quick nap. But the events of the morning catching up to him, and was sound asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow

He didn't know how long he slept but his dreams took on a weirdly soap opera quality, and he realized that he was awake, listening to the sounds of the tv in the living room. He waited until he heard the kitchen faucet running before deciding to get up.

*****

Roy thought he'd finally lost his mind when arms wrapped around him and a warm body pressed against is back. He felt a cheek rest against his neck and warm breath breeze past his ear.

"I love you, Roy. That's what I was trying to tell you. To go home and get some rest. That I was going to be okay and I love you. I love you."

Roy held onto the sink when he felt his knees go weak.

"Johnny." He whispered. "I…I…"

There was so much to say that he couldn't say any of it. He choked on a sob or two. In the background, the drama on TV was reaching its crescendo as the characters were reciting their vows.

"Roy, I love you, and I'm yours, I want to be yours." He paused, listening for a moment before laughing softly and echoing what he'd heard. "Till death do us part."

Roy suddenly shrugged him off. Johnny stumbled backward as Roy spun around, his eyes blazing.

"No."

End

#angstpril2023 #day30 #lost hope #death do us part #emergency!#fic

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